Camille  Tarver

Camille Tarver

Love spending time with my dog. Love creating a story inside the mind to escape too. Enjoy a good book to read in bed.

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  • Camille Tarver
    Published about a year ago
    Fire Touch Fire Night

    Fire Touch Fire Night

    "Jupiter are we almost there?!" The cries of my little brother being lost in the howling wind as we ran through the dimly lit forest. My grip tightened around my little brother's small wrist pulling him. The rain had pelted our hair, the loose strand of hair stuck to my face as we raced through the forest. The clawing of the branches ripped and scratched at my wet skin and clothes. I didn't know where we were going, but all I know is that we must get as far away from them as possible. My legs began to turn into jelly, chest heavy with bricks as I kept pushing. Looking back to my little brother whose tripping over his little stubby feet. The forest was silent, the only thing we could hear was the harsh breathing of our breath.
  • Camille Tarver
    Published 2 years ago
    Silent Night

    Silent Night

    12 years ago “Mom where you taking me?!” My cries and pleads wasn’t being heard as my feet shuffled against the ground. The iron crib of mom’s hand cutting off circulation of blood in my arm, as we dash through the thick dense forest. The rain pelted my hair, the loose strands stuck to my face as we race across the woods. Clawing of tree branches cutting into my wet damp skin. Not knowing where she was taking me, but her eyes darted from tree to tree watching for something or someone. My legs turned into jello with no feeling left in them, my chest heavy with bricks as I tried to keep up with mom. Her legs are just way too long and nimble when she runs, mine is just stubby and short. The forest falls silent as all life was drained, all I could hear was the heavy harsh breathing of our breath.