ImperfectlyTee
Bio
My favorite well known saying: An amateur does it until they get it right, while a professional does it until they can't get it wrong. Don't work to get it right, work to not get it wrong!"
Achievements (1)
Stories (21/0)
The Multi-Dimensional Mirror
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Pillow soft, like the curls on a newborn babies head, they bounced from one end of the horizon to another. Just a hint of orange tinted their very tendrils, as darkness slowly gave birth to a new sunrise. The beauty of a new day would sprout from above, permeating every open crevice not obscured by clouds. The water below would become a canvas, and nature (the artist manipulating the elements) would turn the reflection into its very own assemblage piece. It is at that fairytale moment, that Dr. Stork would grace the anxious villagers with his presence. They would travel from near and far with many offerings, hoping to somehow gain his favor. He would collect the valuables he deemed worthy, preying upon those wishing to be blessed with parenthood.
By ImperfectlyTee3 months ago in Fiction
Boots Are Made for Walkin' Walls Were Made for Talkin'
If walls could talk, well hell, that's what I reckon I'm doin now. Otherwise, I'm imaginin things, or you're the one hearing voices that's not there. I suppose I like the latter option a little bit better than the first. Oh gosh darn it, where are my manners? I am Lady Pumpernickel, no relation to the bread whatsoever, I can assure ya. Yall ever heard that phrase "last man standin"? Well, that's me! Just take away the man part. I'm the last wall standin from the original hotel that opened back in the 1900's. Now listen here one minute before ya go judgin me trying to call me old, I'm referring to the 1970's. If I were a bird, I would still be considered a spring chicken. Enough about me though, though my foundation be old, my mind is still young. Welcome to Southern Inn!! I am your host, and I'm gonna tell you a little bit about the history of this here place.
By ImperfectlyTee4 months ago in Fiction
Hawaiian Escape
POP! CLINK! If I try hard enough, maybe just maybe........... Hues of green, brown, and orange sharply intrude their way into her daydreams. I wish I could be anywhere else but here. Clammy fingers skim across her back, before fully enveloping her in a chokehold from behind. She is shoved forward so violently, without warning, that she drops forward and lands on her face. UGHHHHHH!!! Before she has time to fully process what just occurred, just as quickly as she was pushed down, she is carelessly pulled up by her shoulders. Why can't you people just leave me alone. The cacophony above her, a mix of loud laughter and some other unidentified sounds, cause a steady ringing and slight hum within her ears. The intense brightness from the light shining directly in her face blinds her, but still, she tries her best to focus on the cleared path in front of her. Her being able to see really doesn't matter much though. She only has one purpose, to make it to the finish line first; easier said than done.
By ImperfectlyTee4 months ago in Fiction
Snow Way In Hell
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I hit record on my phone, as I prepared to livestream. The smash hit "All I want for Christmas Is You " blasted through the car speakers, and I belted the lyrics to the top of my lungs! My best friend Sarah did the background vocals, while I attempted my best Mariah Carey impersonation. Her MINI-Cooper had my movements somewhat restricted, so I had to do a little improv to make the finale a hit. I let down my window, stuck my head outside, and hit that final high note for all to hear. I'm not too sure, and at this point I was trembling from the cold, but the sound of an angry growl came from the woods. Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself. I am Kristin Pumpernickel, no relation to the bread whatsoever, I can assure you.
By ImperfectlyTee6 months ago in Fiction
