Rachel McKenna
Stories (3/0)
Liquid Courage
I swirled my glass of merlot. I could feel the weight of the bowl as it rested in my hands. I know you are supposed to hold it by the stem. Something about not wanting to change the temperature of the wine, but I prefer the stability. I watch as the diaphanous waves of red fall into themselves. It is as if I am looking through an oculus into some otherworldly sea.
By Rachel McKenna3 years ago in Humans
The Paper Thief
I crouched at the edge of the property. In front of me was a vast swath of land that led up to a large traditional brick manor. Its peaks disappearing into the grey clouded sky. I thought of the irony of the pathetic fallacy before me. My clothes felt damp on my skin from the drizzle of rain around me. I sat in silence, as I waited.
By Rachel McKenna3 years ago in Families
The Paper Thief
I crouched at the edge of the property. In front of me was a vast swath of land that led up to a large traditional brick manor. It's peaks disappearing into the grey clouded sky. I thought of the irony of the pathetic fallacy before me. My clothes felt damp on my skin from the drizzle of rain around me. I sat in silence, as I waited.
By Rachel McKenna3 years ago in Families