Rachel-Alexandra
Bio
Wannabe writer plus effort. Horror films and thangs. Prose. Humor. Reading. Hm. Singing, drawing, mumbling, uttering. I DO find happiness in creating fictional, non-existent things. It is perhaps the funnest thing, tickling minds.
Stories (1/0)
HENRY’S SUNDAY
In the morning, the sun made no attempts of shyness. Daylight poured in through Henry’s wide window, caring not about being invited. He smiled at the thought that today would be a great time to draw since his mother would not even have the chance to interrupt. Yesterday, she said she would be running errands with his father, so he understood that his older brother must have been somewhere else inside the house to look after him in the meantime. He thought his friends might have been in their own homes, too, since their dogs could be heard being quite rambunctious outside in the yard. Sometimes, Henry wished he had a sibling much closer to his age; his brother of eighteen did not like to spend so much time with him anymore, so instead he wished for a dog and was very vocal about it to his mother for quite a while. “It isn’t time yet,” she would tell him, “but as soon as you are old enough, I will get you a pet as we did with Nathan. A good pet.”
By Rachel-Alexandra4 years ago in Horror
