Jessica Braatz
Bio
- Literature is the future as much as it is the past.
- Highschool student and avid writer
- AKC Dog Handler and Environmental Activist
- Children's book author
Stories (2/0)
Faux Glamour
Trudging along through the dank dusk air, he feels his limbs growing increasingly heavy. The forest seems to be an infinite expanse of trees and unforgiving brush. For hours he had walked, growing increasingly desperate and antsy as he seemed to go in circles with no end in sight. As he accepts his defeat and begins to settle on the lush floor, he hears a light sound, almost a twinkle. He lays back, head pressed to the floor and stares at the sky imagining the stars calling him home. He must be crazy, must be imagining the sound, but then he hears it again.
By Jessica Braatz3 years ago in Fiction
Lab Rats
The woman's eyes dart rapidly, scanning the dilapidated Los Angeles streets as her heels pound through the rubble, shattering splinters down the pavement. The city, vibrant from a distance, shows cracks in the convincing facade when viewed with scrutiny. Buildings, once state of the art, line the streets crumbling in disrepair after years of tyranny and war, covered in ivy and inundated by squatters. The upper floors, however, tell a different story of luxury, dominated by Skyborn. In the skies, airships streak by, some blimp shaped and bulky, others streamlined and luminous. The woman is simply a blip in the idealistic landscape.
By Jessica Braatz3 years ago in Fiction
