The Write Stuff
William squeezed the eye-dropper of ink into the reservoir of his new Waterman’s Patent pen, smiled contentedly, and looked at the paper in front of him. What should he write first? A scientific speculation telling of the progression from heavier than air flight to a man actually stepping upon the Moon? A novel depicting the vast and terrible conflicts that he had envisioned taking place in the world of the future? Perhaps a gothic fantasy of vampires and werewolves? Ah, he had it. He raised the pen and began.
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit …”