Aspiring YA novelist. Secretly two kids in a trench coat and part-time time traveler
It’s midnight. The time when the city really comes to life while the unenlightened sleep in cozy beds. My roof is cold but I accept the chill because it makes me feel alive. Like how my feet dangle off the edge of the wall. Barefoot of course, one too many shoes have been lost to the deadly drop.
By Eryne Jae5 years ago in Poets
Janie stared at the challenge ahead of her. The staircase looked like a mountain, looming over her in a dark shadow. Deep breaths, a voice said, penetrating the layer of anxiety coating her skin like oil. In and out. The mountain turned into a staircase, five steps high with her physical therapist waiting on the other side.
By Eryne Jae5 years ago in Psyche