Sarah Cooper
Joined June 2021
0 stories
Bio
Writer, Mother, Wife.
Stories (2/0)
Blood Sky
I take my place on the low plinth, adopt the star pose. Orin glides the soft tip of the brush over my skin, up and down, long strokes. Ankle to hip. Wrist to shoulder. I feel his breath on my neck, on my freshly shorn scalp. His hand is steady, muscle memory perfecting his movements, but I can feel tension in him. It’s in me too.
By Sarah Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
Party Animal
I don't have many friends. I never have. It's not that I'm an unlikeable person, as far as I know (though plenty of people have taken against me for reasons I could never quite fathom). For me it's always been the crippling embarrassment caused by social situations. To me, a party is hell.
By Sarah Cooper3 years ago in Confessions