Aerie Saunders
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Stories (11/0)
Falling
i. falling in. new and fresh, spring berries blossoming into buttercups and pansies in bushels and bunches. the taste of cotton candy, the feel of humid wind, the smell of summer in the salty sea air. seeing light for the first time in 3 days, your first kiss, the touch of gods hand on your shoulder when you thought all hope was lost. bright crayons and sidewalk chalk, simple and satisfying.
By Aerie Saunders 2 years ago in Poets
Night and Day
day: the sun glistens off a dewy glow of skin, porous like a sponge she drinks me in. the clouds embrace your figure casting a dainty silhouette across a golden and green field of grassy stems and dirt, you are bright and light and lasting... just bright enough to hurt. the sound of horns beeping, and buzzing “open” lights illuminating store front windows as the sun is fading below the horizon of a pink and orange sky line, she will leave soon.
By Aerie Saunders 2 years ago in Poets
The Sick
Part 1: The Long Drive Static played over the speakers and the whirring of tires on asphalt droned on in my ears. The highway is barely lit and I can't make out any signs of life and it is beginning to feel like one of those, "am I really alive right now?" moments. His hands tighten on the steering wheel as he shoots me a distraught look before irritatingly jamming down the power button on the prehistoric stereo. "I don't know what you expected," I whispered. I do know what he expected but it was unreasonable for him to expect that.
By Aerie Saunders 2 years ago in Fiction