Lindsey Rocha
Bio
A writer’s mind never sleeps.
Stories (7/0)
Addi & Lane
Addi sat underneath the pear tree behind the old barn of Birch Farm. She loved her home, and found comfort everywhere. Luca and Jackson slept in the sun nearby, snoring softly, their silky fur moving in the breeze. The tree was covered in white flowers clustered together, and this was Addi’s favorite part: the flowering in the spring before the fruit came in the summer.
By Lindsey Rocha3 years ago in Fiction
Addi & Lane
“Now let me see you. Twirl!” Grandma Dorothy instructed. Addi turned slowly in a circle, holding out her arms. The dark purple dress had thin straps, ruching at her chest (she just learned what that meant), and the hem line came to the top of Addi’s knees. The color wasn’t her favorite, but it was the only dress she found with glitter that didn’t make her feel five years old. Addi loved the way the little silver specks caught the light. The sheer glitter overlay felt sophisticated and understated, as Grandma Dorothy explained. “Oh honey, you look beautiful!” Addi blushed, delicately feeling her hair. Following instructions in a magazine, she pulled it back in a French twist, leaving little sections on either side of her face to frame it.
By Lindsey Rocha3 years ago in Fiction
Addi & Lane
Addi sat in a dining room chair situated under the front window. The other five chairs from her grandmother’s dining room table were positioned around her as people had come to sit and talk to her. Now, most of the visitors had left and the remining people bustled about the small farmhouse, picking up half-eaten plates of food and empty glasses. Addi played with her French braid that hung over her right shoulder. Her blonde hair was getting long; she hadn’t gotten it cut since last year at the start of her freshman year of high school. The black dress she wore had been in the back of her closet from eighth grade graduation. She was surprised it still fit; Grandma Dorothy told her that was the beauty of growing taller and not rounder at her age.
By Lindsey Rocha3 years ago in Fiction
Intergalactic Travel
I have a million playlists for a million different things: music for writing, tunes for cruisin’, classical versions of 2000’s pop songs, jazzy vibes to pair with a glass of wine, café melodies for a rainy day, cardio tracks to hit the pavement, beast mode beats to lift heavy for a few hours, fierce femme hits to lift lighter for less while still kicking my own butt, dance covers for cleaning, Spanish guitar for reading, EDM for when the mood strikes, a little David Arkenstone to bring out my inner witch, and a combo of everything representing the soundtrack of my life.
By Lindsey Rocha3 years ago in Longevity