Emery Ravenwood
Stories (8/0)
Occam's Razor
It’s strange. Waking up doesn’t feel right. Even now, as I stare up at the pale ceiling of my bedroom, the feeling of exhaustion is still set deep inside my bones. I’ve been awake for about an hour, unable to sleep after the horrific nightmare that woke me. I can’t remember most of it. Only flashes remain, but the details are simple: I am in a bed, tubes protruding from my body, and a sound emulating around me. It fades in and out, and no sooner do I open my eyes to the early light of morning reaching through my window.
By Emery Ravenwood5 years ago in Horror
The Mind Can Wander...
A major issue many find when trying to write is distractions, whether it be from smartphones, television, people, or simply the environment they find themselves in. Concentration is crucial to a writer's flow. Interrupt that, and let writer's block begin!
By Emery Ravenwood6 years ago in Journal