An amateur writer that uses language to escape the real world and destress. I joined for a writing challenge and stayed for the community of writers who love sharing their stories as much as I do.
"...The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. One final gust of wind crashed into the already swinging panes as if it were stones being tossed around and not just air and leaves. The glass shattered, the flame flickered, and finally, the light went out. The End."
- Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge
Tastes Like Summer to Me
My legs swung back and forth asynchronously as I sat on my grandparents' white wicker lawn furniture. Although it was made to withstand all weather conditions, my grandparents kept the two single chairs and one love seat on their large, red brick-paved, covered porch. I continued to watch my legs as they swung - back and forth back and forth back and forth. I had already grown tall enough for my feet to touch the ground, but I enjoyed the detached feeling of my bare feet grazing the coarse brick. So, I tucked myself into the back corner of the chair, tightened my stomach, and lifted my legs, watching small shadows racing back and forth over the bricks - never touching, forever swaying.