Brittany Fenwick
Bio
Hello! I'm an Aussie, creative, middle-child with ADHD. Passionate about music and poetry, but incapable of staying in one lane. "Jack of all trades, but a master of none", wanna go on an adventure?
Stories (6/0)
A Hopeful Singer
I hope you see, you've left a mark on me, and if you leave, you'll take a part of me These were the words that poured out of me in the form of a song while I was hunched over my guitar, trying to make some kind of sense of the news I had just received. No one prepares you for grief like that, no one tells you how to say goodbye to someone who is on the brink of death. As I searched my brain for the right words to express my love and grief without making the potential goodbye self-centered, I wondered how many other people had been in this exact same position at some point in life. How many other people had sat helpless wanting to tell someone that they mean the world to them, but knowing that the one that they love is in absolute agony? How do you even begin to process that level of heartache? I couldn't find the right words to say, so in the quiet of my room, I picked up my guitar and I sang.
By Brittany Fenwick3 years ago in Beat
Raven
Raven was no stranger to the stench of death; the cries of war were something she and her team had long been accustomed to hearing. That was the cost of war, of living in a world ruled by monsters, the cost of being human. Raven had learned long ago never to look an enemy in the eye while pulling a blade from their chest or slicing their throat.
By Brittany Fenwick3 years ago in Futurism
