Karina Ruiz
Bio
I love stories, creating them and reading them.
Stories (4/0)
The Box on the Bed
As I look around my room, all I see is a giant mess. My mom is making me clean my room today before I play any video games, especially the shooter MPG I got yesterday. She knew I was going to avoid it, so she hid my PlayStation! I mean, come on, don't you think that's a little dramatic? That means, here I am cleaning my room well more like shoving my dirty clothes under my bed and hiding everything else in my closet.
By Karina Ruiz3 years ago in Fiction
Trick or Treat
Baylor was rushing throughout the apartment in a panic getting ready for work, on Halloween. While her roommate, Kinsey, sat at the kitchen island eating a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie watching the entire scene unfold. Baylor paused for a moment to look over at her sweet-toothed roommate, “ You know, you will eventually have to actually do your homework? Professor Zelena doesn’t do extensions and you’re already failing as it is. So maybe you can put down the ice cream and go in there to write your paper.” She juts her finger toward the bedroom.
By Karina Ruiz3 years ago in Fiction
Hide or Seek
Elliot turns her head back over her shoulder as she soars across the field. Her father is really going to kill her this time. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but it might just be the last. She really messed up this time, she knew that touching mom's perfume would end badly. Elliot just really missed her mom every day so much so it physically hurt. It hits her like a train every morning when she wakes up, in the beginning the sun is shining through the curtains illuminating the dust floating through the air and birds are chirping a melodious harmony outside the window. Then she remembers the only person who ever loved her is dead, her world is gone.
By Karina Ruiz3 years ago in Fiction
The Map of the Lost
There was a lone figure standing on the roof top of a decrepit building. It was the only one in sight. The entire world looked grey, filled with dust and ash. The rubble from the other skyscrapers stretched as far as the eye could see, at least, hers. Desiree, at least that's what she thought her name was, looked out at all the destruction and felt very alone.
By Karina Ruiz3 years ago in Fiction