Dalila Fuentes
Bio
Writer, artist, and creative overall.I write from fictional to romance to horror.
Stories (3/0)
The Gift I Needed
I awake to the chirping sounds of the birds, their singing in the high summer morning. I can hear the faint laughter outside, children playing a game early. It is summertime; there is no need to stay inside, I suppose. I desire to sleep in; however, I can say the sounds are a nice difference from my phone alarm. My chubby little tabby walks on top of my chest and sits down. She purrs, looking down at my face with her paw on top of my mouth. It's almost as if she's trying to kill me in my sleep. I smile at her taking my little feline down to the floor.
By Dalila Fuentes3 years ago in Fiction
The Deep Blue
Water filters through my gills as I swim forward, never looking back. The waters are deep, murky; I am the predator most fear, yet the world I live in knows what I do. I take care of what’s mine, and this ocean is mine. Mine to pick, mine to eat, mine to sleep, if I see something afloat, dead, I devour it, and it is like nothing was ever there. I have not eaten in days since my last meal.
By Dalila Fuentes3 years ago in Fiction
