Sarah Lujan
Stories (9/0)
Prisoner Aboard
Thump. Thump. Thump. A steady pounding sounded somewhere in the distance. Slowly it pulled me from the depths of my mind. I shifted trying to wake and the light squeak of leather sounded beneath me. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I shifted again, trying to clear the fog of sleep. I attempted to open my eyes several times only for them to flutter several times and just to shut again.
By Sarah Lujan 2 years ago in Fiction
Third Times the Charm
I’d like to preface this long winded story by saying that I was never that girl that believed one day I would meet my prince charming and he would save me from my less than charmed life. My parents have been split for as long as I can remember and for years I watched as they picked and poked at each other, each making the other miserable to try and win whatever contest they were playing. If the prize was me, my mom had it in the bag. She had primary custody which equaled primary control. But no, I was not the prize, being a pain in my dad's ass seemed to be the main goal and she succeeded at that as well.
By Sarah Lujan 2 years ago in Fiction
A Life Changing First Day
My legs were on fire. Not literally of course, but the burn in my muscles was a pain I haven’t felt since my days on the Varsity track team. Everyone always tells you to watch out for those ‘freshman fifteen’, the extra love that finds its way to your hips and thighs in your first year as an independent college student. What they fail to mention is it’s not just poor eating but without those mandatory P.E. courses you turn into something of a couch potato. Between the studying and the lectures you are on your behind, alot. Now, fast forward four years, you’ve spent the last chunk of your life cramming for a degree that will hopefully land you your dream job only to realize that you can’t even remember the last time you got your heart rate above one-hundred beats per minute.
By Sarah Lujan 2 years ago in Fiction
A Breathtaking First Encounter
“Earl Grey” The barista shouted for presumably the third time. Frustration lingering in her gaze as she looked in my direction. I rushed up to the counter nodded and whispered a thank you before promptly pivoting and going back to my safe zone.
By Sarah Lujan 2 years ago in Fiction
The Underground
The air was crisp as it brushed my cheeks, you could tell summer was coming to an end when my leather jacket stopped being enough to keep me warm on my late night escapades. The city of lights was fairly quiet for a friday night, I looked around to make sure the coast was clear before hurrying down the dark alley that lay in front of me. My helmet tucked under my arm I shuffled pulling my gloves off and shoving them in my back pocket.
By Sarah Lujan 2 years ago in Fiction
Missed Opportunity
The winter breeze nipped at my nose as I made my way over the bridge. The pond beneath was frozen solid, for a brief moment I found myself wanting to go down there and pretend I was an olympic figure skater just like I used to do as a kid. It’s strange really, you spend your entire childhood looking at grownups thinking they’re so put together. Only to grow up and realize that all those childlike tendencies are still there just suppressed by the societal demand to grow up. If you ask me, the world would be a much better place if everyone let go of this idea that as you get older you’re no longer allowed to build forts and dance in the rain.
By Sarah Lujan 3 years ago in Criminal
Time is of the esscence
There is no telling the irrevocable damage I was doing by coming here. One person seeing me or one simple item out of place could potentially alter the future forever, to what extent I have no idea. I mean the very reason you are here now is because two people fell in love, or maybe it wasn’t love at all but a fling or a one night stand. Regardless, those two people that created you met for a reason, one small thing out of place could completely change the interaction and obliterate you from existence in the process.
By Sarah Lujan 3 years ago in Futurism
Flying Through Fear
“Stupid Tracy,” I whispered to myself as I tugged on my seatbelt for what felt like the hundredth time since I boarded this winged death trap, “Fear is nothing but an obsticle that stands in the way of our progress, thinking will not overcome it, but action will.”
By Sarah Lujan 3 years ago in Fiction
A Peculiar Set up
“Cherry!” My manager's voice boomed over the clang and chatter from the kitchen crew. It didn’t take him long to figure out where I ran off too once the rush died down. After a night of being berated by high society folks It was nice to find a (semi) quiet place to unwind.
By Sarah Lujan 3 years ago in Filthy