Jillian Boone
Stories (2/0)
The Lost Elvevian King and Queen
There she is. The woman of my dreams. Literally. Unbeknownst to me, she has been appearing in my dreams for the past two years. We're normally in the middle of an enchanted forest. Running. Escaping. The attacker is unknown, but I always wake up with my heart beating to the rhythm of fear.
By Jillian Boone3 years ago in Futurism
Centuries Worth
The smell of coffee is the only comfort I have encountered this morning. Taking my usual seat at the table in the back of the coffee shop, I pull out my laptop to send an email to the financial aid office. I cannot afford to take out any more loans and my parents will not cover my tuition unless I major in pre-med. Begging for any source of financial assistance is what I have to resort to.
By Jillian Boone3 years ago in Humans