L. J. Knight
Bio
I'm the girl who writes poetry in coffee shops, who walks the halls with a book under her nose, lost in her thoughts. I'm the girl with the quiet voice and the smart eyes, the one who dreams for the moon and hopes to land among stars.
Stories (42/0)
Catch Me If You Can
Kersali was used to the cold, dark sewers. She didn’t even notice the smell anymore. Her boots splashed through the sewage as she glanced over her shoulder, a crooked grin making its way across her lips when she caught the gaze of the leader of the Asalis crew.
By L. J. Knight 3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home to Hell
Eyes downcast, clutching tight to the orange backpack in her arms, Thea stepped off the bus. She knew she shouldn’t be here, knew she was going against everything they had warned her about, but her memories told a different story than theirs and she wanted to know the truth. She wanted to see for herself.
By L. J. Knight 3 years ago in Fiction
I Burnt Your Hopes In The Sink
(This is the second installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, you can read the first one here.) They had meticulously picked out the cover of their bed, the eleven of them. Since they all lived in the same body, in the same room, with the same belongings, they had argued for days over what color, style, and texture the bedcover should take on. Phoebe had wanted to go full sunset, but Shards and Shark had wanted a thick, dark grey, and Thea and Theo, the happiness twins, as they called them, had wanted a bright colorful pattern. After much deliberation, the group of them settled on a soft grey cover with pale sunset orange undertones. It was soft and heavy, and each morning Phoebe made up those covers and smoothed out the wrinkles, a habit she had formed the last four years since she’d left her guardian’s home when she was eighteen. It made her feel a little safer, a little more comfortable, a little more at ease, and she treasured anything that made her feel like that.
By L. J. Knight 3 years ago in Fiction
So There Goes That Secret
Theo loved working in a barn. He loved lifting the hay and trudging through mud with a wheelbarrow in hand. He loved brushing down the horses and hosing down the stalls. He loved wearing his baggy dirt-stained jeans, his black binder, and his loose thick-strapped tank top along with his smelly, muddy boots. Hell, he didn’t even mind mucking out the stalls.
By L. J. Knight 3 years ago in Fiction