Greshawna Clement
Nov 2 · 1 min read

Her Wrinkle in Time

In her attic bedroom Margaret Murray, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraith-like shadows that raced along the ground. Then suddenly tears of the sky began to flow and cold and wet air brushed pass Margaret’s beautiful skin.

Then suddenly tears of the sky began to flow and cold and wet air brushed pass Margaret’s beautiful skin.
Then suddenly tears of the sky began to flow and cold and wet air brushed pass Margaret’s beautiful skin.

She grabbed her quilt even more and tapped into her imaginative world. She imagined what being the best writer feels like and how she can inspire all the little kids to follow their dreams. “Everyone should follow their dreams regardless of how strange it is because we are all on different paths” she said out loud. It was that moment she realized that she needs to follow her own advice. Margaret picked up her unfinished novel and began to write about her “Wrinkle in Time” that she would become a successful author.

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