Javier Romero
Bio
Crackhead Writer and Coffee Addict
Stories (2/0)
Celia's Locket
Her body began to tremble. It was pouring outside, and the sound of distant gunshots and explosions echoed across the town. She took a few deep breaths, and with one last inhale, leaped out of her apartment window. She landed within the hedges, being cautious not to snap a single branch. Brushing her hair aside, she scanned her surroundings, making sure that nothing mischievous was lurking in the shadows. Glancing down at the heart-shaped locket around her neck, she took a moment to reflect on her mother's sacrifice. Celia knew what she had to do, even if no one else understood.
By Javier Romero3 years ago in Fiction
Write, Revise, Repeat
It was just a typical school day. I got to school at the break of dawn. I ran through the halls, splashing through puddles as I tried to beat the clock to my class. I never did, of course, and if I had slept the night before instead of imagining my bed as a pirate ship, plundering the seven seas, I might've. But I'd like to imagine I did. The rest of the day was a blur, not because I don't remember it, but because I had been daydreaming the entire time. Finally, I made it to lunch, excited to play tag with my best friend once I finished eating. But he suggested a new game this day. He wanted to play pretend, and from then on, we would do that almost every recess. We would imagine ourselves as spies, being in a zombie apocalypse, and more. We would even pretend to fight using over-the-top weapons and abilities.
By Javier Romero3 years ago in Humans