Natesa V Sloan
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Just looking for the write words.
Stories (3/0)
Traded
Her mind crashed back into consciousness violently, as her entire body was shaken all at once. The first sensation she became aware of was the nausea creeping up from her belly. She tasted rank acid in her mouth and released it, spitting and rubbing her watery eyes. Then she realized wherever she was, was very crowded with panicking people. As her eyes came to focus on the aisles of train seats, she saw many of them picking themselves up from whatever positions they had been thrown in by the tremor that had woken her. Many were speaking frantically into cell phones, crying and praying, but she could not understand the language they spoke.
By Natesa V Sloan2 years ago in Fiction
Vagrant
The air slowly began to smell clearer as the ground pitched and rolled into ever-looming mountains, stretching endlessly behind him and feeling worlds away from his dust-stained home. He had travelled so far, and he paused to appreciate the gentleness of the grass beneath his feet as the cat loomed around his legs. It had been a challenging trek, albeit gracefully uninterrupted for the pair; the highways were still the easiest to negotiate long distances, but as time wore on they became ever more burdensome with obstacles. Avoiding the other travelers felt safest, and though they were seldom and far between, they produced disdainful lumps of equal terror and longing in his throat. His grandmother had never let him be seen by anyone who travelled passed the farmhouse they had settled in, though she would trade supplies for any information on the state of the world beyond their pastures.
By Natesa V Sloan3 years ago in Fiction