Hope Townsend

Joined May 2022

0 stories

Bio

I write to escape the ordinary, come with me for a break from the every day, get lost somewhere new. Thanks for stopping by.

Stories (2/0)

Fit
The world I see is so similar to me, it’s angry, it’s vast, it’s hollow. Where exactly do I fit? It’s confusing. So many paths but none to follow.
By Hope Townsend2 years ago in Poets
Craven
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, fantastical beasts didn’t always prowl our forests. Those days are only remembered in children’s songs now. I feel the ground shake beneath my cheek, the ground cool, smelling of earth, sweet grass, and something more; metallic, copper, blood. My eyelids flutter open inviting a scorching pain through my head, I reach to feel for the source, but my arms catch on the rope that has them bound behind my back, along with my legs. The earth shakes again, stronger this time, indicating that the beast is moving closer and I should be moving farther. I don’t remember what happened, how I got here, or why I’m bound.
By Hope Townsend2 years ago in Fiction