Katrina Yang
Bio
Well, I'm a writer.
Stories (4/0)
The Past, The Present?
Back in college, I had the worst reaction to wax. Roughly thirty minutes after, I was sitting on my bed, staring at my hands the whole time, couldn't see anything but a labyrinth. Matrix after matrix, I began to feel better at the same time, still trapped in the middle of psychedelic madness. I knew it would pass eventually, but during the long hours when reality became unattainable, I was praying and begging for it to stop.
By Katrina Yang3 years ago in Journal
Little Brown Box
The night was dropping. After those long hours at work, he has indulged himself in front of the flashing reality televisions with beers just like every day. His mind was screaming exhaustion, yet he couldn't move away from the couch. A sense of anger rose from nowhere and soon disappeared in frustration. He was sick of himself for being such a loser.
By Katrina Yang3 years ago in Fiction