Azarra Lucas
Bio
25 | always loved writing and creating amazing worlds |
Stories (2/0)
April Showers Bring Murder
April showers bring May flowers, at least that's what my brother, James, used to tell me. Thunder bang furiously as the dirt under us got muddy. I tried to jog as the rain constantly smacked against my face. Keeping up with the others was troublesome. Then, we had to swing across the metal jungle gym, a few feet off the ground. Being only 5’7, it would be a dangerous fall. The rain caused the bars to be slippery, but we had to go through if we wanted to be called “soldiers.”
By Azarra Lucas3 years ago in Criminal
If you're watching this, I'm not dead
After his shift at the office, Greg Greaves went to his favorite Chinese restaurant on West 38th Street. Thank God, it’s Friday, he thought to himself as he exits the train station. Greg is usually average. He’s lived in the same run-down studio apartment since he graduated from college, although he could afford something nicer. He worked the same job for the past eight years, trying to climb up the corporate ladder. Greg didn’t allocate time for anything other than work, not even a relationship. He wasn’t homely or anything but dating didn’t fit into his mundane schedule. Under his daily suit and tie, he had a robust build, and an olive complexion to match his black wavy hair. A few of the women he worked with have even made jokes about leaving their husbands for him.
By Azarra Lucas3 years ago in Families