Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work. Makes a living working in home improvement. Also makes things out of wood & stuff. Can draw, write, take pictures... their brain cannot stop creating.
A trip to hell
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Harlow looked away from her pocket book and out the blurry window. Gray clouds had invaded the late golden air, replacing it with a depressing shade. Her eyes glanced at the small screen of her phone. No service. Oh the mountains!
Ollie's rugged wrist twisted clockwise, with her thumb and forefinger clenching tiny cinder blocks in the form of keys. She pushed the front door open. A gentle slam left her caught in the stifling darkness and, for a single moment, a treacherous feeling tight around her neck.
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
Pens and paper
Yet another gloomy morning, the weather hasn’t been on the bright side these past weeks. The smell of freshly ground coffee infuses the air, its spicy and chocolatey aromas warming up Kyle’s senses. She brings the cup to her lips and takes a sip before licking the froth rushing down the side of it.
They say it gets better with time. I think you just get used to the pain. I saw you. All flesh and bones. I was only half-asleep, but definitely dreaming. You wrapped your arms around me. I could even feel your warmth. It was just like I remembered, and I knew it couldn’t be right.