Rachael Curry
Bio
Artist. Writer.
Lives in Australia.
Stories (5/0)
Alice
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky and no one cared. No one cares about a lot of things. Take roads for example - roads are so amazing. We have the luxury of taking our cars with their round rubber feet, rolling around on roads built specifically for everyone to take their other cars on. The people can all roll around in different directions and get cross at each other for a while until they roll onto the right road to take us to our home, exercise spot, work, school, or other prison.
By Rachael Curryabout a year ago in Fiction
The Anomalous Keys
Emaline Briggsmere wanted it to be 2pm, very badly. She had been looking forward to 2pm for three weeks now and it still hadn’t arrived. When 2pm doesn’t arrive for that long, there is often something that has gone wrong, which has happened before it hasn’t arrived. Or so to speak.
By Rachael Curry2 years ago in Fiction
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