Mikaela Gillett
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Stories (3/0)
Suspicious Christmas
Christmas morning, for some the most joyous time of the year, for others just a normal day, for the Mendoza family Christmas was about to take an unusual turn. With one brown paper box tucked under the tree, hidden beneath all the presents, waiting for Christmas morning to come.
By Mikaela Gillett3 years ago in Fiction
Where am I?
March 27th, 2020 There are stories all over the floor, the paints chipping, it smells like a damn butcher’s shop, the only way I can keep track of the days is by the papers that come from the door, one for every day of the year. Some days they are longer than others, but they still only come in one page, which is weird because why wouldn’t you just put it into multiple smaller pages? But I am not the one who makes the pages, and I am not actually sure who is, I have been stuck in this room for what feels like years staring at the same red light above the door, just a little red light, and the pink walls. They are not plain pink though, they have this weird detailing, but I cannot quite make it out, sometimes I try and make words out of the designs to see if there is some sort of message there but there is not, I think it is just squiggles.
By Mikaela Gillett3 years ago in Fiction
Stitch with Mik
When I was little I use to take a needle and thread and stitch things together to make blankets, pillows, and little toys, these didn't always come out great because I was young and didn't really know what I was doing but I remember how much fun taking that needle and thread and just sitting there for a whole day pulling the thread in and out was. At that time I didn't know what embroidering was and years later I still didn't, I found embroidering during this pandemic when everyone was stuck at home finding hobbies to do to keep them sane, I found embroidery.
By Mikaela Gillett3 years ago in Journal