Words of an aspiring writer

He groaned as his wife (he was still getting used to calling her that) dragged him down aisle after aisle of plastic toys and dolls with cold, artificial smiles sewn onto their faces with blood red yarn.
“Remind me again why I had to come along?” he asked tiredly....

Wow. Okay, I know I haven't been on here in ages. I actually forgot about this blog for a while, but I guess I'm back. Hopefully, I'll be able to pay more attention to this blog, as it's one of the things that got me writing seriously again.
And, to be honest, I've lost my mojo. It's gone. SO, I've come crawling back like the pathetic, two faced idiot I am and I hope...I hope, that my blogspot will forgive me....

She was lying down on her bed, asleep, when she got the call.
“Hello?”
“Good evening, Miss. Alicia Spinner. This is Judy from the Office of Magical Defense. I am calling to inform you that your mail order Guardian will be arriving shortly. This transaction was carried out on the nineteenth of October, two thousand and ten...

            He reclined on his chair, his eyes fixed on his finally finished painting. It had been a long journey to reach this point. His one hundredth painting.
Ten years ago, he would never have guessed that he would be painting for a living. He always thought that he would follow his father’s footsteps and footsteps and taken over the store....