jade corbett
Stories (6/0)
Dragon Days
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The statement echoed in Zena’s mind. It was weirdly exactly what she wanted to hear. The white bearded old man who greeted her with those words had kind, trustworthy eyes, hazel colored and adorned with thick lashes and the type of wrinkles that only came from wisdom. So she allowed herself to get excited, maybe this trip would be more than soul searching and isolation.”I’ll take that as my first good omen of the trip, may the universe bless me with many more.” Zena whispered happily to herself.
By jade corbett2 years ago in Fiction
Divine Timing
What kind of fuckery is this?” Amy Winehouse crooned from Cyn’s alarm. Cyn jolted up from her sleep wondering the same thing about the weird dream she had just awakened from. She turned off the alarm and laid back down staring up at her ceiling. It was artfully painted like the sky with vibrant blues and fat white clouds of all different shapes and sizes, the finishing touch of course a sparkling glitter coat. It comforted Cyn every morning, as the sky would always be her favorite view.
By jade corbett3 years ago in Longevity