Nicki Williams
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Is This Us?
Stiff... Her neck was stiff... Her back was stiff... Everything was tight and stiff. Miranda's eyes opened just a bit, and the bright sun assaulted her instantly. The sun? When she last looked around the sun was setting, and now it sat high in the sky. She moved slowly, acclimating herself to her surroundings. She heard the faint song of birds and the clanking of metal. She could smell something delicious in the air and stood from the bed almost without a thought.
By Nicki Williams 3 years ago in Fiction
Is this us?
It was too hot. The air was too stifling. It was just too much. Miranda sighed and kicked a piece of brick down the pile of rubble. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her gloved hand and made her way down the pile of broken building pieces. She walked around the hole in the floor, glancing down at the multiple levels below. Miranda always found that hole odd. It was like something had blown a hole straight from the roof through the center of the entire building.
By Nicki Williams 3 years ago in Fiction
A Writer's World
The old floorboards creak with the added weight of the person creeping ever closer to my tiny hiding spot. I clamp my hand tightly over my mouth, trying to stifle any noise from my breathing. As they inch closer, my body begins to vibrate with anticipation of what is to come and I swallow my fear, steadying myself and removing my hand from my lips.
By Nicki Williams 3 years ago in Journal