Angela Bullin
Bio
Struggling artist and mom who loves all things creative. Steampunk, dystopia, surrealism... those are my jams.
Stories (3/0)
Grandma
As Angel was riding in the back of her uber on her way to her grandmother’s house watching as the trees seemed to zoom past. She had never met her fathers mom, she was wondering what she was like and what the house looked like. It’s funny you’d think in her 16 years on this planet she would have at least met the woman. But with mom and dad having to travel more and more for work this is the only thing they could come up with between them for the summer. She started passing fields foggy and laying heavy with the morning dew as first light had barely hit. It seemed to go on forever with no houses or signs of civilization. Then in the distance barely able to be made out at first was an old ranch house with fences all around and an old barn close by. She couldn’t imagine what she’d be helping her grandma with, it looked like it hadn’t even been lived in for years. Then the sound of the car hitting gravel and slowing down brought her back to the present as she prepared herself for whatever she was about to encounter. She hoped she was one of those sweet old ladies that smelled like cookies… not one of those that you’re scared to be near and reaked of back medicine.
By Angela Bullin3 years ago in Horror
Creator Of Worlds
As a child I always thought people had their life together… as I’ve grown up I’ve come to realize we just become really good at making the best of what we have and faking the calm. We all try to find ways to cope with the stress of paying the bills, working, taking care of family, and that all important balance. We’re taught from an early age to go to school, get a job, have a family, and be complete. That’s all good and well, but not realistic or goals for everyone. We’re not a one size fits all like society might have us believe. An escape to life is pretty essential for anyone’s mental health and stability. And I never realized until years ago that I had already found mine.
By Angela Bullin3 years ago in Humans
Worlds End...
The colorful lights flood the square tonight and the breeze is light like angels kisses on my skin. You can tell summer is on its way. People in every corner are happy and talking to each other like there’s not a care in the world. Why is it then that I feel so alone, even in a crowd. It’s almost like I’m empty, with no spirit left with nowhere to belong. I’ve been going through the motions doing the things I know I’m supposed to, but it seems to have lost all meaning.
By Angela Bullin3 years ago in Fiction
