A slightly inspired, barely motivated, lover of fact and fiction
Lenora held her breath, trembling, in a closet barely bigger than a cupboard. She almost didn't fit but the adrenaline pulsing through her had warped her body. She made herself fit. The swiss army knife was clutched to her chest in a desperate attempt to be prepared. Laughable. How could she have prepared for this?
By C.Z.3 years ago in Criminal
It coats your hair, encouraging soft waves to blow in the breeze. It sits on your skin and you can almost feel it crystalizing.
By C.Z.3 years ago in Wander
Finding new music can be endlessly frustrating. Are you like me, constantly asking for new music recommendations? Sometimes I feel those around me think my brain must be broken, why can't I just listen to the same songs on repeat on the radio?
By C.Z.3 years ago in Beat
Marlon Brando may have been the one yelling out for Stella in that beautiful classic but when I first met Stella, she was yelling for me.
By C.Z.3 years ago in Petlife