Halli Booth
Bio
i’m a poet trying to make a name of herself.
i’m 18, but i think i’ve been alive longer than that.
Stories (6/0)
The Atlas of Fictional Places pt. 1
There are places in which you are not aware of. There are places where even the greatest explorers cannot discover. And do not get me wrong, they are the best of the best, but it is not something you can see with the untrained eye. Not many people believe me, actually no one does. Only I can see these places, these places with colours and sounds you’ve never heard of or seen and grass and trees and mountains that do not exist. Where there is no sun, but stars that provide the light. You cannot map out these places, they always change. Which make remembering and recognising very hard to do. I’m not saying that you should believe me, I am merely just saying that you should listen and I will walk you through my memories and feelings. Maybe it will happen to you too.
By Halli Booth3 years ago in Horror
Why I am Still Alive
He lays there so peacefully. Every once in a while I can feel him kick his feet or shift our plush comforter, but otherwise he looks like an angel. Besides the consistent snoring, every time he falls asleep before me, I always sit on his side of the bed and hold his face. I talk to him every night. He’s a deep sleeper, so I don’t always whisper. But, I like to put the TV on, just for background noise.
By Halli Booth3 years ago in Psyche
