"Click, click!”, Tessa’s mind was wandering off to all the places in the world and beyond except where she wanted it to go, the book she was trying to write…


And, stop! That’s where ideas ceased to come to Zoe’s head as well. She had a story to complete writing by the end of that week and her situation was not too different compared to that of the girl she was writing about. The pleasant scent of petrichor, the gentle breeze blowing through the open window beside her desk, and the sweet, slow music her roommate Beck was playing, were all simply enthralling her mind way too much for her to be able to continue with her writing.

When presented with the chance to fulfill her lifelong ambition of being an author for a published magazine, Zoe had been super-enthusiastic to grab the opportunity with both hands, but now that she had to actually write a story, second thoughts were beginning to seep into her mind. She scrutinized the cursor blinking on her laptop screen intensely as if it was going to move out of its own will and start sprouting sonnets, but alas, such magical things were simply not meant to be...