Luke Hickling
Bio
Just a guy that loves to tell stories
Stories (2/0)
The House That I Dreamt
I want to be a cat. Cats are noble. Cunning. Cleopatra had a cat. Winston Churchill probably had a cat. Our future leaders may have cats. There’s something particular about the feline persuasion that sets them apart from dogs, and mice, and geese, and rabbits. They have balance. Always watching, curious, calm. They entertain you, but there’s something strange about being a cat owner that makes you want to stop calling yourself a cat owner. You may feed them, cuddle them, and call them cute as they scowl at you, but that little ball of fluff has more freedom in their little paw then you do in your whole body.
By Luke Hickling3 years ago in Petlife
Beneath Wood and Stone.
The library was a sprawling conglomeration of wood and stone. A maze of towering bookcases filled the space, with ladders twenty feet high needed to reach the tallest of shelves. Lucy wasn’t afraid of heights, not after working in the library for so long. She pushed the trolley across the stone floor, leaning on the handlebar. She listened to the squeak of the old wheels turning and the echo of her footsteps bouncing off the stone floor and echoing up the walls and the beams and the bookcases. Lucy found herself in the center of the library, a circle of biographies rising around her, spiraling inwards to the middle of the room. As she always did, Lucy looked upwards to the great glass skylight so high above her. Today it was raining, and for just a moment she listened to the peaceful patter of precipitation above her. From the biography section the library branched out in a number of directions. It was an ancient building with arches and crevices, and rooms of different shapes and sizes, each now filled to the brim with thousands upon thousands of words.
By Luke Hickling3 years ago in Humans