Naiya Oriana
Bio
Toronto.
Currently trying to pretend I’m actually cutting down on my sugar intake.
Stories (2/0)
Kill Me or I'm Dreaming
A scythe. Reflecting sun rays from the wide bedroom window brilliantly, it gleamed above my face dauntingly. Pale brown and slender fingers wrapped themselves tight around its staff. I fixed my eyes to rest on the being that held it. Looming over me while paying me little mind.
By Naiya Oriana3 years ago in Horror
The Midas Touch
As routine would have it, in the mornings I stare in the mirror wondering what was there yesterday that’s not here today? Sometimes they’re insignificant, as you wouldn’t believe how many body parts one can lose without noticing, their absence noticed during the mundane tasks suddenly difficult to do. Today, it was my left ear: I noticed as I tried to tuck my hair behind it. Smooth skin greeted my hand instead, so I tapped it to test my hearing. Nothing.
By Naiya Oriana3 years ago in The Chain
