If you are given a chance to publish your own short story, what would you write?

She knew everything was destroyed. How could she do this. Not only did she destroy her life, but also her husband's, her daughter's and everyone else's. She was deeply ashamed. She walked past the tree. The tree of her misfortune. With this tree everything began. Maybe it would also end with it.

Every passing moment of life can be made into a story. The joy of a smiling kid holding his dad's hand with hand and an icecream in other, the beauty of a cute girl passing by at whom you looked twice or the plight in the eyes of a homeless man you encountered. Every person, every emotion and every object under the Sun can be put into words for others to recreate your vision with their own imagination. Weave words into a painting for others to hear. Add salt to taste.

My favorite short story is about an average Saturday night in South Beach Miami told from the perspective of a 23yr old woman who had tbe wirld in tbe palm of her hand without a care in the world.