E. W. Lynn
I love to read and am now beginning to enjoy writing. I am excited for this journey.
Where Disappointments Lead
Destiny was stagnant, she thought to herself on her way home from work. She waved to all the same people everyday, took the same route to work on the same old bike. She had been pushing to be moved to full time at work for weeks now, but was getting nowhere. She couldn't afford a car, a house, or even a nice evening out, she was stuck.
Rolling her head around, stretching the muscles in her neck then rolling her shoulders to stretch those muscles as well. Two jobs… why on earth did she want to start her own business? She was not established enough to quit her 9-5 and she was exhausted every night.
The Taste of Love
The weight of her pockets pulled at her shorts. The waistband on one side slid lower and lower as she walked. She hitched her thumbs into the belt loops and pulled her shorts up for what felt like the hundredth time since leaving home. They were frayed along the edges, like most of her other belongings they had once belonged to someone else.
I come from a large family; my parents have five children. I am the middle child; I have always been the peacekeeper. I would prefer we all get along however, there were, and still are, not many times all of us can get along. One person would be angry with another for something as easy as sitting where the other wanted to sit at the dinner table or the couch.
The air was filled with dust and debris. She could not see where she was going, constantly tripping over something or another. Each breath felt like her lungs were being accosted, and her eyes were burning from the grit invading her eyelids. Trinity trips over another pile of rubble, landing on her hands and knees. Amazingly she spots something under her left hand below a layer of dust and pebbles.