A. A. Achibane
Bio
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Stories (6/0)
Owlish
I rubbed my eyes and tried to get them to focus. They were blurry, and I still had an hour left before I was home. It had been my idea to go for a ride, James and Eric tagging along. The fluorescents of the bus stop buzzed impossibly loud, but I was the only one that seemed to notice.
By A. A. Achibane2 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Mongrel
AN: Thank you for reading!! My feet struggled to find purchase, rounding the corner so quickly, a speed I was sure my body was never meant to meet. Hence, I was flailing my arms in a circle to keep my face off the pavement. Somehow managing to stay upright, I didn’t stop. My heart, legs, and lungs begged me to while my brain was still screaming, “HURRY UP!!!”
By A. A. Achibane2 years ago in Fiction
The Earlier Riser
The signs are there and impossible to ignore. It’s a creak in the floorboards, squeak of the bed frame, but mostly, the sound of feet padding from one room to the other. The sounds instantly awaken me, but I still do nothing to change it. I listen in the dark as my six-year-old wakes up in their bed and transfers themselves to mine. Then, I lift the covers back so my kid can crawl under them and pass out again.
By A. A. Achibane2 years ago in Families
The Messenger
Bashir laid in bed, book in his lap, lamplight buzzing and flickering ever so slightly in the distance beyond his window. It was just like any other night, home, alone, waiting for something and waiting for the world to shift and for him to no longer be afraid. Then maybe Bashir could leave, go outside the walls of his tiny apartment. But until that day, here he sat under the covers, a spot worn into his mattress from his stagnant movement.
By A. A. Achibane2 years ago in Fiction
