C. R. Drinkwater
Bio
An unserious writer who can’t finish a project.
Stories (16/0)
The Fall
One step, one glance, one word. That's all it took for me to fall. The cracks reverberate beneath my feet, spreading outwards and reaching for him before I can stop them. Like a deadly kaleidoscope, they surround me, bigger cracks interweaving with the smaller that branch from them. Small buds of water occasionally spill from the gaps that puddle where I step and I find myself dodging more and more as I go.
By C. R. Drinkwater3 years ago in Fiction
One Papaya Princess
I've always loved the allure of thrift shops. Back in school, however, I had to hide my affections. Instead of spending my weekends in London shopping in Oxford street like my classmates, my mum and I would sit together and trade out my thrifted labels with that of clothes that I'd grown out of the year before.
By C. R. Drinkwater3 years ago in Styled