J. K. Cook
Bio
I am grateful to have found a place where my many and varied thoughts can come together.
Stories (5/0)
LBB.
“Come on you pussy, hit me!”, she spat, her words like venom. She had nothing left to lose, and her world as she knew it was crumbling around her. He took a step towards her. She had struck a nerve, had she? He was positively seething. His dark, narrowed eyes were fixated on hers. This was the most emotion she had witnessed from him in a long time.
By J. K. Cook3 years ago in Humans
Love Stinks (Yeah, Yeah)
As a 90's kid, my earliest memories of feeling emotions through the power of music were of staring wistfully out of the window with my Discman headphones on from the comfort of mum and dad's car. Avril Lavigne sang directly into my soul about her latest breakup drama, and I could pretend I was the sad girl from the film clip - which was even easier to do if it was a miserable, rainy day.
By J. K. Cook3 years ago in Beat
