Lala Quetzaly
Bio
I outgrew my Wattpad phase a while ago and decided to try to be a little more professional :)
Stories (4/0)
Pawel’s Blanket
The house is really quiet. Even with Mama, Papa, and Pawel only breathing behind their hands, some noise could be heard. Now it feels emptier underneath the house that I don’t trust the silence it comes with it. As I crawled out of my hiding spot, the wooden floor that made the ceiling had been broken in to. The sunlight from the entrance above gave a clearer picture of where we stayed for a couple of days, or were they weeks?
By Lala Quetzaly2 years ago in Fiction
A Monster’s Demise
Orochi waits for the last part of the song, so he can begin to ignore Hotaru’s crying. He takes a long inhale of his kiseru and blows out a large cloud of smoke. He stares out into the forest, finding anything to distract himself with. It’s always impossible, her voice pierces through his thoughts as easy as through the wind. Her beautiful voice replaces the breeze passing by his ears, and now he can’t ignore her. He puts out the pipe before following the direction of the song:
By Lala Quetzaly2 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Kisses
If I am to die, I would only regret not losing my sense of taste, then I wouldn’t have known the taste of poverty. If only I could’ve been a butterfly that survives on mud puddles, blood, or sweat. Instead, hunger ate me from the inside out, gnawing the walls of my stomach with a rusty knife. The only thing to quell this deranged hog, was a moldy bread from the garbage. With every bite, my throat fought the waves of vomit, and the salt of my tears never helped the taste. Rarely, I picked out half-chewed meat from the neighbor’s garbage, depending on their special occasion. If I wanted to snack, I’d look for some pickle crisps around the communal apartment, even on the bathroom floor.
By Lala Quetzaly2 years ago in Poets