Gabrielle S.
Bio
Artist / Conceptualist
Stories (3/0)
Totems
A matte-black mug with swirling, creme-blue liquid sits warmly in my hands. The tea shop is empty apart from myself, a coy barista and a boy by himself at a table in the corner. I take my tea to the opposite side of the room, and sit so that the bar and the boy are both in sight.
By Gabrielle S.3 years ago in Futurism
You Have A Choice
Stripping down for the cold so I don’t get tense and start shivering; I tremble when I don’t let it take me. I’ve made dinner plans with Hostility disguised as stoicism and Loneliness disguised as independence and Fear, not even bothering to disguise herself at all. Fear always reclines and puts her feet up on the table when I have her over for dinner.
By Gabrielle S.3 years ago in Psyche
Green
I’m walking around the outside of the arena, dragging my fingers along the damp stone wall and kicking water up into the very humid nighttime air when I hit a puddle. I can feel the moisture making my hair frizz up like a halo around my head. It’ll be a mess of curls when I finally head inside.
By Gabrielle S.3 years ago in Unbalanced