Samaria Becker
Bio
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Stories (3/0)
Dream a Little Dream
Far beyond the hustle and bustle of a heavily populated metropolitan city, extending farther than the deep, rustling woods, and over vast hills of the deepest green, there was a small, humble patch of land. This particular patch of land was nestled between an unimpressive, wooden out-house and a large pear tree.
By Samaria Becker3 years ago in Fiction
The Dancing Girl
This morning I danced again. For the first time in a year, I let my feet carry me across the pavement. I tilted my head towards the sun, letting the warmth breathe life back into my body and I spun, twisted, and turned—my feet and arms seeming to make movements of their own accord. The feeling felt so familiar, like coming home after being away for a long time. I leapt towards the sky, my body moving in time with the wind. After months of letting the harshness of the world drown me in such sorrow and despair, dancing on this pavement felt like coming up for air.
By Samaria Becker3 years ago in Psyche