Olivia S.

Joined October 2021

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I've never fit into a box, so I made my own. And everyone is welcome 🖤

Stories (12/0)

The Owl of Athena
I reclined back against the ornate stone pillars that cornered my wide balcony, and surveyed the Half-God as he knelt before me. Half brother or not, to see his still form bowed to me sent a thrill of excitement down my spine. His question; a beg for my help, hung in the air between them. I drew it out, savoured it.
By Olivia S.2 years ago in Fiction
The Owl Medallion
I knew I was in trouble the second I locked eyes with that dark haired biker, slouched across the sticky bar counter. Eyes locked from across the crowded room, he raised an eyebrow at me. Everything else seemed to fade away. His smile was slow, lazy; as though he had all the time in the world. He raised his beer in the air, and mockingly mimicked a cheers in my direction. The dark leather of his jacket gleamed in the dull red and blue of the sketchy, flickering lighting. Everything about him was unhurried, confident, sure. He was as much a part of this small town dive bar as the creaky, rusted black stool I was seated on. He was definitely a type.
By Olivia S.2 years ago in Fiction
The Labrador Next Door
I was a week shy of my 10th birthday, the day I broke into my neighbours’ property and absconded with their dog. It was one of the hottest summer days ever recorded; an absolutely scorching, searing heat. Everyone who could was sheltered indoors, huddled as close as possible to their air conditioners and fans.
By Olivia S.2 years ago in Petlife
Lost Connection
Australian National Karate Championships, 2018 The crowd roars as my opponent’s fist hits home. My head jerks backwards, and my jaw explodes in pain. I taste blood in my mouth, bitter, tangy, coppery. I grit my teeth down, so hard I feel the mouth guard squeal in protest. I don’t have to look to know some blood has escaped, and is running down the corner of my mouth.
By Olivia S.2 years ago in Families
A Desert Tale
Is somebody watching me again? My shoulder blades draw together, and sweat slides down the back of my neck. I want to twist in my seat, uncomfortable in my body. Teeth clenched, I force myself to sit still. I feel exposed, camped out here in my car, naked.
By Olivia S.2 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Ticket
The young girl sat alone on the station bench, clutching a little brown sack and a yellow ticket to herself. She peered around the empty station as if afraid someone would appear just to snatch it away. Perhaps someone would.
By Olivia S.3 years ago in Fiction
Top Story - November 2021
The Scarlet MacawTop Story - November 2021
I don’t see it until it’s too late. I trip, lurching forward. Staggering a few steps, I fight to keep myself upright. Me and my cargo.
By Olivia S.3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted
I spot them ahead, by the bend in the lake road, and suddenly, it’s hard to breathe. I can’t run. They’re waiting for me. One of the bigger ones, Darryl, spots me as I stop dead, rooted to the spot. He pushes off the fence, and prowls into the middle of the road. Right into my path. The path they all know I take home everyday. Even from this distance, I can see that glint in his eye. My heart feels like it's trying to leap out of my chest.
By Olivia S.3 years ago in Fiction
We Begin At The End
The air was freezing, the wet ground beneath her even more so. Where was she? Her legs, curled beneath her trembling body, ached. The cold cut deep into her flesh, into her very bones, settling in. She knew she should move, but everything hurt She didn’t know how long she’d been there, curled in the mud, eyes screwed shut. As if she could block out the world.
By Olivia S.3 years ago in Fiction
Nameless
The breakfast hall for servers is loud, messy, and smells delectable. Mouth watering, I grab a tray by the door and head to the serving tables in the middle of the room. I avoid any clusters of groups, standing and sitting around chattering, enjoying the break from duties that breakfast brings. A loud bark of laughter, probably from a wolf, rings out above the noise. I barely notice how I cringe from the raucous noise anymore.
By Olivia S.3 years ago in Fiction
Nameless
The sun is just about to rise, as I climb the twisting, winding stairs of the castle’s tower. My lungs strain with the effort and my arms tremble with the weight of the bag I am carrying. The muscles in my frustratingly weak, human legs, already sore before I started climbing, strain. No matter how many times I trudge up these stairs, it never seems to get any easier. This morning however, I am grateful. The intense physical exertion forces any thoughts of Tora out of my head. Up, and up, and up I go.
By Olivia S.3 years ago in Fiction
Nameless
Tonight, the nightmares come for me again. I know they’re coming even before they arrive. I know how they feel. I’m asleep, but I’m awake; aware of the quickening of my breath, the stiffening of my arms, the sweat that begins to bead across my brow. I try, I try so hard to escape them. I strain against my own mind, struggling desperately to change the path I’m on. But the path is dark, and it swallows me whole. It drags me down, kicking and screaming, to the depths of Hell. And there, my pain devours me.
By Olivia S.3 years ago in Fiction