Olivia Hrubetz
Bio
Fiction writer looking for a creative outlet.
Stories (3/0)
Burned
I'm not a fucking poet. That's not what I'm here for. If you're looking for prose as long and flowy as, well, when someone's hair is long and flowy - look for it elsewhere. I'm here for one reason: to tell a story. My story. And that story begins with fire.
By Olivia Hrubetz3 years ago in Fiction
Private Investigations
Now, the dog. Buckley was what I got in place of a twin. I liked him much better actually because he was never grumpy like Stan, getting me in trouble like Rudy, crying over nothing like Corinne, or too busy to play like Calvin. So I thought I got a pretty good deal, all in all. The only catch was that Buckley sometimes wasn’t allowed in public places, and he wasn’t toilet-trained like my siblings.
By Olivia Hrubetz3 years ago in Fiction