Juliet Napier
Bio
I find that writing the insane people out of my head, has only allowed more insanity to settle in.
+Pisces, Hufflepuff, comic nerd+
Stories (4/0)
The Shark
Yes, mermaids were real. So were mermen, but that fact didn't seem to be as satisfying. Jacob had come to that assumption rather young. That people just did not care about mermen. He’d seen paintings of his sisters, even heard the stories about them, but never any about himself, or his brothers.
By Juliet Napier3 years ago in Fiction
Passion.
What brings inner peace? For each person I find that you get a different answer. For some, it’s just sitting and watching TV. For others, it’s more complex and deeply personal. I’ve found in my life that there’s a lot of things that can bring my joy and some peace for a short while. However, with how chaotic and busy I’ve been the last year and a half, it’s left little room for those types of things.
By Juliet Napier3 years ago in Confessions
The Lost Cities
Nana Hendrics was a plump old woman, who mostly laid in bed these days, or watched the news. Sometimes, she’d sit and make clothes for her children when the lights worked. Nowadays, the lights rarely worked. Most things in Atlantis did not work much anymore. Nana Hendricks was one of the few who recalled life before the sea took it all and swallowed the world whole. She recalled the sun on her face and sand between her toes at the beach. She remembered snow, and the chill in the air during fall. She remembered, and she told her daughter the stories of those last few years. Of memories long gone and mostly removed from the aquatic world they now lived in. She sat in her favorite chair, staring out the window to see the glass. They were one of the lucky ones; They had a house close to the walls and could see the seemingly endless deep blue of the ocean. They saw fish and sea life pass near them each day. When she was a girl, she'd been so enamored with it. She'd sit there for hours and stare at it all, watching the animals she could name.
By Juliet Napier3 years ago in Fiction
The Letter `
Dear person who has found my letter, My name is Whizbang, and I know what you must be thinking. Whizbang!? How could anyone have such a truly amazing name? I know. You see I named myself, or rather, renamed myself. The assigned name I was given at birth was Clarissa, which was less interesting and action-packed than Whizbang, if I do say so myself. Now, before you make it further into my letter, if you find yourself growing bored of what you read, or if you read something scary and makes your stomach twist, or if you are uncomfortable and wish to call the people in gold, then keep reading. This is the letter for you, dear reader.
By Juliet Napier3 years ago in Fiction
