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by the morning onto someone else’s notebook.</p><p id="d5db">Those are always the best stories. The ones that came to me. The ones I didn’t search for. The ones that are looking for me, instead of me looking for them.</p><p id="2c40">I know that if I didn’t write every day, neither my hand, my spirit, my sleep nor my soul would have enough experience to know when a good story was being born.</p><p id="3b9f">This is a story I dreamed of,</p><div id="fe36" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-bones-of-tom-brown-e9327b31d732"> <div> <div> <h2>The Bones of Tom Brown</h2> <div><h3>A flash fiction story of the 1930s</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*aBR65NV6vjUVrao8cimQFA.jpeg)"></div>

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    </div><p id="a5f0"><i>Hello dear reader, I’m Sally. I live surrounded by stories spinning around me, filling my rooms, taking over my days, following me everywhere, and sleeping in my bed. I want to share with you all of them.</i></p></article></body>

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Inspiration: A Writer’s Duty

I hear a voice that tells me stories.

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There is an English speaking voice inside my head. It tells me stories.

Sometimes, I just start writing and it comes to join me, steering my right hand towards the shape of words I didn’t even know I could write.

On other occasions, it simply comes in the middle of the night and whispers it all in my ear. It is careful enough not to wake me but I know better. If I didn’t, those magnificent words would be gone by the morning onto someone else’s notebook.

Those are always the best stories. The ones that came to me. The ones I didn’t search for. The ones that are looking for me, instead of me looking for them.

I know that if I didn’t write every day, neither my hand, my spirit, my sleep nor my soul would have enough experience to know when a good story was being born.

This is a story I dreamed of,

This is a story I searched for,

Hello dear reader, I’m Sally. I live surrounded by stories spinning around me, filling my rooms, taking over my days, following me everywhere, and sleeping in my bed. I want to share with you all of them.

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