Autumn Easley
Bio
Writing has always been therapeutic to me. Poetry helps me organize my thoughts and feelings and writing fiction has kept me sane when the real world feels like it's crumbling down. Thank you to anyone who supports my writing. <3
Stories (10/0)
Ultraviolet
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That doesn’t mean I didn’t try. If you had told me two weeks ago that I would be in space or even that aliens existed, I would have laughed. I have always been interested in alien movies or video games, but never in a million years did I think I would personally experience it.
By Autumn Easley2 years ago in Futurism
Bagged 1
I felt rumbling deep within my chest. Rushes of train wheels turning against metal flowed in and out of my ears. Something heavy hit the floor jolting me out of my sleep. I tried to move, but I was trapped somewhere. I started hitting the walls around me; they were thin and soft. Swallowing back my panic, I felt around the seams slowly, finding the back of a zipper. I clawed the zipper until it was open enough that I could see out of the corner. It was dark. I slowly unzipped the rest of the zipper and crawled out. Why the hell was I in a suitcase? Something clanged a few feet ahead of me. I sat up straight and looked around. Another massive suitcase had fallen over. Wait… where am I? I slowly stood up, trying to steady my feet. Am I moving? I blinked a few times trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. There was sunlight flashing through the cracks in the room. I reached for my pocket to get out my phone to use as a flashlight. I felt my other pockets for my phone. Shit.
By Autumn Easley2 years ago in Fiction
