Savannah Huntsman
Stories (5/0)
Winter...
Winter never was my favorite season, I mean sure there's Christmas and all the family time but winter never sat right with me. They say that the change of the seasons can bring on depression, seasonal depression disorder or whatever it's called. For me, the winter is more like a frozen hug. It's like you're wrapped in somebody's arms but rather than being provided warmth it freezes you to your core. The cold icy fingers of winter had their grasp on me and I could feel myself turning colder. Winter is one of those seasons that seems to drag by so slowly, but also will drag you if you're being too slow. The time before the holidays can go one of two ways, you either are done shopping and everything drags until Christmas day or you haven't shopped at all and suddenly you wake up and it's Christmas eve. After the holidays and into the new year is a whirlwind, January typically flies by quickly but the rest of the months slow down as winter creeps to an end in March. The only thing winter had to offer me was you.
By Savannah Huntsman3 years ago in Humans
How Not to Get The Girl
Hi everyone and welcome to the unrequited love society. Sorry boys, this one is not for you. Odds are if you clicked on this you've struggled with your fair share of finding love as a lesbian woman or you want to know what to look out for in the world. Well hi, my name is Savannah and this is my probably not so helpful guide to how to find potential love and avoid potential heartbreak. This will describe types of girls that you will generically come across and will also give you a list of things that I have done and you should never do in order to get the girl.
By Savannah Huntsman3 years ago in Humans
Changing my Mind
The day I lost my heart was the day that I saw her. Olivia Spinder, the most beautiful girl in all of Spudsdale county, waltzed into Spudsdale high on February 9th, 2016 and I lost my mind. Her golden locks of hair and sparkling turquoise eyes stood out among all of us ordinary people. Her cheekbones were high and her smile was straight and blinding. My name is Annabelle Christenson and I’m no longer sure who I am.
By Savannah Huntsman3 years ago in Humans