heyitsfiye
Bio
Hello!
I'm a queer 17-year-old who writes short stories and poems under a pen name whenever time allows. I'm trying to practice my writing and build up my skills so that I can someday finish writing my novella. :D
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Achievements (1)
Stories (9/0)
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
Friends
Hugging Imogen is opening a jar that won’t open. You know the ones – where you spend ages trying to open it and someone else does it within a second. When you’re the one who can’t open it, you feel like throwing it across the room to open it that way but no, you can’t do that, people don’t just throw jars. Some just shove the jar to the back of the cupboard, making the seal on the lid even harder to break. Other people look at the jar and think you know what, I’m gonna get this open. It takes time to work out the quirks of the seal and where’s best to hold it, but eventually it opens, and everything’s worth it.
By heyitsfiye2 years ago in Confessions
Letters
Paper Heart The last time we spoke, we could read each other's minds. We quite literally finished each other's sentences (and sandwiches – especially when we watched Frozen). We've known each other for almost a decade, been inseparable for half of that and lived just three kilometres away for a tenth. And yet, the closer we are physically, the further away you seem.
By heyitsfiye2 years ago in Fiction
The Waiting Room
I’ve heard that love makes people do strange things, but grief seems the worse drug. Rosie has a white-knuckled grip on her armrests and is staring at the ‘Have Hope!’ poster in front of her like she wants to set it on fire, muscles twitching in her jaw. Her knee bounces, heel tapping out an unforgiving rhythm against the cold floor. She has a small stain on her lips that she hasn’t noticed.
By heyitsfiye2 years ago in Fiction
Onism and Occhiolism
Far away from all that (us too), an old woman stares out her window and apologises. “I’m sorry that was so confusing for you, my love, but the truth is that time is confusing also. You do not yet understand the complexities of it – time. It’s ghastly and horrid and terrible and glorious and it is forever. Even if you do not yet understand it, it has, does and will always understand you.”
By heyitsfiye2 years ago in Fiction
