Karyssa Wick
Bio
my self expression is embraced through the display of art in all forms.
I’m a cheeky little bugger and definitely prefer more raw and real style stories
Stories (4/0)
Never ending love
as Magen sat at the kitchen coffee table I looked over at her, she was holding a coffee mug that said ,” girls will be girls” with a black silhouette of a women dancing with butterflies that were spread out across the mud. She sat there so perfectly, as her clear glasses frames sat so elegantly on her perfectly slim nose. I envied how her stunningly blue eyes shone so brightly from the frames. You could tell Magen was in her own train of thought as she looked off into the distance. She clearly had something on her mind.
By Karyssa Wick3 years ago in Humans
Impossibly Cold
It was february, the trees were tall and crisp, they looked like something out of a fairytale, every snow flake glimmered like the tiniest cut diamonds when the glistened in the sun. The bark was aching from the cold- fifty below zero and it wasn’t letting up, the treees begged for mercy as they lightly swayed with the blistering cold breeze. Some days they wondered how they’d made it so far.
By Karyssa Wick3 years ago in Families