Sara Jolene
Bio
Just a young adult author striving to change the world, word by word.
Stories (2/0)
Merlot
I'll never forget that night. Teagan was the one who helped me dress for it, insisting that I wear a bit of eye shadow with my mascara. I think she was hoping I'd make an impression of some sort, as if looking nice would make Jimmy change his mind. I knew his mind was set, and frankly, so was mine. It was for closure, that night. Our first and last. Crazy, how it was our first with so much history behind us.
By Sara Jolene3 years ago in Humans
The Boy Nature Revered
Juniper's earliest memory was of the glorious canopy that shaded his home in the tree. It was made up of a million leaves a thousand shades of green, fluttering in the whisper of the wind with their rustling song. It was a melody he heard every morning in the green season. In the red season, the canopy fell leaf by leaf, until the trees were bare and the cool sky was exposed overhead. Only in that season could one see the stars and the way they twinkled and shone. Then the green season would reemerge; the canopy was present once more, and the stars were gone.
By Sara Jolene3 years ago in Futurism