Amber Fern
Bio
Feel free to comment. All feedback is apprecieted. I write casually but would like to get better.
Stories (21/0)
Purgatory
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had not a clue how long she had been here, her crumpled body propped in the corner like a puppet. She hardly cared. Her entire existence came in the form of the sun and moon that danced across the cracked glass of the window. That window. She stared at it almost constantly. At least when he wasn’t in the room. Which, to her displeasure, seemed less and less the case. He fed her. Dripped water onto her parched tongue. Even sometimes changed the sweaty rags that hung from her cachectic frame. But his eyes were, in every sense of the word, unpleasant. His voice, grating on her mind. His touch, slimy against her skin.
By Amber Fernabout a year ago in Horror
After
Bluebells line the road Bowing to the wind A weary beetle floats by
By Amber Fernabout a year ago in Poets
Fear
My dear, small, blue square: My suffocating savior Don’t let me catch it
By Amber Fernabout a year ago in Poets
Gaslight
A flame hot enough To smolder in this decay Is not red. It's blue
By Amber Fernabout a year ago in Poets