Writing Session: "CYOM: A Night in Eighth Block Tower"
Please keep in mind this is an early draft. I wrote all of this *today*. The story will be revised numerous times, with all errors corrected, before it will be considered finished.
[A46]
You walk towards the woman who’s standing in her pajamas at the end of the hallway. Her face is buried in her hands. She’s crying, but there isn’t any obvious reason as to why. Her dirty blonde hair is a mess—choppy, as if she cuts and styles it herself–-and when she leans forward, strands of it cling to the wetness of her face.
As you approach her,…