Alexane Dunn
Stories (5/0)
Sirens
“I hate you!” was the last thing reportedly swung into the evening heat before celebration morphed into something other. Serena had slunk into the sand and away from the lights, down towards the ocean and the impending late summer night. Swaying down to the rocky border, Serena decided to settle herself — nestling into a nook within the rocks, a gritty pool swirling beneath her swinging feet. She embraced herself, shrinking from the breeze which kissed every glimmering droplet of spray which the waves unleashed in their play.
By Alexane Dunnabout a year ago in Fiction
My Little Eye
Truth be told, I wrote this in my head earlier, but I’ve already forgotten what I’d said… so here we go again. Actually in fact, let me backtrack, retrace my steps and hold my brain at freeze-point (that’s where I threaten to do nothing until I remember what’s been lost). Is it still procrastination if I’m saving the fun things, savouring the journey? Yes. Yes? What is that buzzing noise FOR THE SAKE OF FUCK?
By Alexane Dunnabout a year ago in Fiction