Paige Benson
Bio
Aspiring Minneapolis storyteller with a deep love and fascination for people.
Stories (2/0)
Out of Control
Flat on their backs, the assets slept with chests rising and falling in unison. The bodies were arranged in two perfect lines, confined by concrete walls that reached high up to a ceiling that gave off a subtle green glow. The assets didn’t notice. As the instruction manuals say, “curiosity only leads to corruption”.
By Paige Benson3 years ago in Fiction
Sixth Grade
The sun peered through her basement window and illuminated the twin-sized bed where Frankie slept. As her consciousness slowly surfaced, she clung to the images swirling behind her eyes: thick tree trunks, an underground bunker, and a folded piece of parchment. Was it a map? Noticing a chill crawl up her bare arms, Frankie instinctively felt around for cover. Her fingers found her bedsheet bunched around her feet and pulled it up over her head. When she turned her attention back towards the dream, she realized it was no longer in reach.
By Paige Benson3 years ago in Fiction