Anna Miller
Bio
I am a twenty one year old aspiring poet with a love for writing stories and keep up various separate journals. I am new to the whole 'professional writing' thing so this is going to be a learning experience!
Stories (35/0)
Groundhog Day
Someone shook Alec awake and she opened her eyes to see a pale goth back away from her. Glancing around allowed her to put together that she was at a gathering of some sort in an unfamiliar basement. Around the dark-haired woman were a bunch of random strangers, all seemingly as groggy as herself and just as confused. “Where the hell am I?! Who are you people?!” A man cried out, leaping up from where he’d been previously slumped against the couch. Alec winced at his pitchy voice and heaved herself out of the chair she’d been sleeping in.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Fiction
The Depths
Gale shuffled onto the dock, ambling until he ran out of wooden planks to stare at and his downcast gaze met open water. He paused, the salty breeze ruffling his clothes. With a long-suffering sigh, he lowered himself to settle onto the edge with his feet dangling over the dark water. The ginger couldn’t see more than a few inches down, it was eerie and more than a bit off-putting, his mind creating disturbing images of what could be lurking in its depths.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Why I Loved (And Hated) The Series Finale Of 'Supernatural'
Okay so, I have a bone to pick. First of all, the level of toxic negativity within the fandom about this topic is shameful. Those of you who are needlessly spouting hate onto the series ending just because everyone else is and, god forbid, you have an actual opinion; really? If you dislike something, the logical way to go about talking about it is to give constructive criticism as to how you think it could've done better, not just pointing out all the flaws.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Geeks
The Light In The Dark Places
Growing up in a broken home with a single mother and guys constantly coming in and out of my life was difficult. I often felt neglected and unworthy of love. The only constant in my life was my grandmother. She was supportive and so strong. She had to listen to stories of emotional and psychological abuse and bear it, unable to do anything since that type of abuse isn't easily seen, much less proven. She’d take us away as often as she could, sacrificing a social life to make sure she was available to us at all times.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Families
My High School Poetry
Okay, so funny story actually. I was really terrible at poetry in my freshman year of high school -no surprise there- I cringe every time I find one of my pieces tucked away in a drawer. Unfortunately, I had no impulse control, so during my writing class, poetry was practically all that I turned in. My teacher, lets call her Mrs. S, she didn’t have any exposure to my writing since then.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Confessions
Stereotypes Of High School
I was kind of an outcast in school, so my twin sister and I just kinda formed our own clique. Sure we sometimes hung out with a small group of “nerds” but even then I didn’t really feel like I fit in. My escape was music. I’d take my headphones to school and zone out when I felt overwhelmed, which happened more often than not. I wasn’t bullied or anything, but my sister was and it often landed on me to take care of it. I got into a lot of fights, which I’m not proud of, but it felt necessary at the time.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Beat