Saffron Dixon
Stories (4/0)
Perdido
“I’m lost,” The young boy says again, his small, quiet voice screaming in my head. Forcing me to listen, I look down at him, his dark brown hair falling just shy of his eyebrows, his bed dress a grey colour, drowning him in the material. And his beautiful lapis-lazuli eyes gazing at me with hope. I look away in shame and close my eyes tight to block out the image that is before me. I hold back tears with all my strength, not wanting to show the young one my guilt. As I look back to him, all I see is the edge of the cliff. I turn sharply and see the boy standing behind me, he coughs and I fly backwards off of the edge.
By Saffron Dixon4 years ago in Families
The Forest
I’m in the forest. A cool, windless, lushly green forest consisting of moss-dappled earth and towering trees bearing a canopy of branches, so long and entwined only the faintest trace of sun filters through. The light bounces off the leaves in a way that makes them seem animated, alive.
By Saffron Dixon5 years ago in Humans
The Perfect Date
He holds me. As we lay cuddled up under the covers of his bed, we watch Disney movies while sharing a large Domino's pizza. As I close my eyes I feel him look at me. You know when you can feel someone looking at you? This was one of those times. I look away from Alice falling down the hole to see him looking at me with an intent look in his eyes.
By Saffron Dixon6 years ago in Humans