brooke

Joined August 2021

0 stories

Bio

writer, of sorts.

Achievements (1)

Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge

Stories (6/0)

sunday scrap.
Sunday. 12:15 PM. 92 degrees. The sun feels palpable--like you'll reach your hand out from beneath the shade, and a molten ray of light will kiss your skin and leave you red with blisters. It's a different kind of heat that bites the back of your neck and hugs the inside of your pants, clinging to your trousers. Kisses you between the legs, leaving you damp, hot, and desperate for reprieve.
By brooke3 months ago in Humor
play it, louder
An amalgamation of sounds, beats, lyrics, and voices can all bring you back to a special place in the story that is your life. Songs can close a chapter, open a chapter, or recall a single moment. I feel like I've experienced every kind of special with music.
By brooke4 months ago in Beat
spanish summer
Spanish summertime: sanguine songs, saccharine smiles sauve señors, sophisticated señoritas seaside siestas, scenic sights
By brooke6 months ago in Poets
la fin
life and love will cease if we don't care for our home-- power, greed, la fin.
By brooke9 months ago in Poets
Top Story - February 2022
i hate kissing you.Top Story - February 2022
I hate kissing you. I hate kissing you because it's all I want to think about for days, the way you taste and the way you'd hold my face, and the way you'd breathe against my neck. I hate kissing you. I hate lying in your bed, waiting for you to close the curtains, waiting for you to climb into bed and under my arms. I hate kissing you. I hate waking up and tracing your stupid tattoos, I hate your morning breath, and I hate the way you hold me so hard against you because I'm so warm and soft, as you say.
By brooke2 years ago in Confessions
Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Bex and BerryRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
I wake up to Bex's phone speaker blaring, her mother chastising her about running up the AMEX. It's 7 AM; she's been up for at least an hour. The apartment stinks of incense and cigarettes, with a touch of Bex's signature cheap cherry perfume. I won't miss the assault on my olfactory every morning, that's for sure.
By brooke2 years ago in Fiction