E. Pualani Nekoba
Stories (3/0)
Ceilings
Her eyes shot open. Finding herself once again staring at a familiar yet foreign ceiling. Shit had been like this for a little over a year now, one place after another. Ceiling after ceiling. She didn’t care about the ‘where’, she certainly didn’t care about the “reputation” she was cultivating; slut, whore, bitch... unimaginative words. Thought up by dullards. People who regularly spewed those epitaphs were just as bad, or jealous.
By E. Pualani Nekoba3 years ago in Confessions
On An Evergreen Hill
On An Evergreen Hill The din of the airport terminal gave her a rush of electric energy as she sat waiting for her flight. Between doom scrolling and refreshing feeds, she couldn’t help compulsively checking her messages. Anticipating that notification pop up was driving her crazy. She felt a little embarrassed and childish at her eagerness. As she was about to close her phone and take a break -- ding ding -- the chime went off. The air around her tingled with electricity, like that same excitement you get as a teenager with your first love. She took a breath, then opened the message.
By E. Pualani Nekoba3 years ago in Humans