Mariah Thompson
Stories (2/0)
Auren
I’ve never felt like a hero. Heroes are people who set out for greatness; people who are larger than life. people with ambition and dreams of greatness. They give all they’ve got trying to conquer and succeed. I’ve never wanted greatness. I just wanted my life. I did what I had to. I took one step forward and then another until I arrived where I am. Stuck somewhere between worlds. Someplace I never wanted to be. People always say I don’t know how you got through it- well the truth is I didn’t have a choice. Time keeps going, whether you like it or not- whether you’re ready or not. And you either find your stride and you summon your strength and your courage or whatever it is that makes you move, and you march along in time; or you get dragged along kicking and screaming or barely conscious at all; either way, as long as you’re still breathing, you’re along for the ride. Time marches on and it doesn’t stop, and it doesn’t care who you are. Time does all the work. All I did was keep ahead of time. All I did was survive.
By Mariah Thompson3 years ago in Fiction
Eve
Evelina Sanchez blinked her ice blue eyes open and groaned as a loud musical alarm blared. Her head hurt from contraband bottles of champagne and too much reckless behavior for a Wednesday night. She reached for her pillow and pulled it down over head, the weight of the soft, dense down soothing against her throbbing temples, dampening the noise. The sun shone through the wide-open window, creating floating shadows of leaves and tracing patterns of light to dark across the floor. A breeze blew inside, gently fluttering the sheer white curtains.
By Mariah Thompson3 years ago in Fiction