Julia Sinton
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A Man Named Blood
A MAN NAMED BLOOD Ep. 01
By Julia Sinton9 months ago in Fiction
The Mercy of Kindness
This is a story, from long ago. From before people sought fortunes from the bottom of sea. From before the land was scraped and carved into the scars of the roads and concrete lots of today. This is from when owning land and title was only beginning its fashion in the world. From when trees, and boulders, and sky, and oceans-blue; were respected and revered, as the powers they are. This is a story from when giants still walked the Earth.
By Julia Sinton10 months ago in Fiction
The Flaring Crash
Mia's mind ran wild and loud. She danced in her kitchen, not caring if the neighbours saw through the open window. Her arms slammed and beat and kneaded the dough on her countertop. Today was a good day. Nothing would stop her from baking and dancing. But it was only a half good day. Bread in the oven, luckily a timer was set, as Mia was on the floor, dragging herself to her walking frame.
By Julia Sinton11 months ago in Fiction
Something nasty in the shed
The door creaks--no!, it screams for me to run. But I bravely stay. I pull the string dangling from the ceiling, and hear the ratcheting. But the lightbulb doesn't glow. In the darkness, nothing seems to be where it should be. I step inside. Floorboards groan. Behind me, the weight of the door closes itself. It's dark. A sigh is heard. But not from my breath. I lunge backwards for the door. A scream is heard, but it's not the door's.
By Julia Sinton11 months ago in Fiction
Out of sight
Hiden. I'm hiden. And there's intimacy in watching them. I practically salivate at the sight and thought of it. The giddiness unfurls its tendrils over my body and mind. I steady my hand. The camera clicks and the shutter whirls. "Just a few more, before I'm seen." I think to myself. "Then, I'll slip away." Like a voyeur or stalker, I marvel at the mating dance of the puffin.
By Julia Sinton11 months ago in Fiction