Savannah Rose Hannum
Stories (5/0)
Carrot Cake
Meredith always hated birthdays, she just didn't see the point in all the hubbub. She hadn't asked to be born after all and it certainly wasn't an achievement. Yet, here she was standing at the bakery counter picking up a chocolate cake for her own birthday. She didn't even like chocolate all that much but her mother had insisted on a party and had already paid for the cake.
By Savannah Rose Hannum3 years ago in Pride
Curtis
I saw myself in him. Standing at the counter of the bar, trying to order fries, mumbling incoherently to himself. He didn't look very old, if I had to guess I'd say mid to late 30's. The waitstaff were murmuring amongst themselves, asking if he was okay. If they needed to get him out of there. I took that moment to speak up, I asked the man if he would like to sit with me and I paid for his fries. I hadn't even meant to go to the Burger Stand and in my mania state of mind, I took his presence as a sign I was meant to be there.
By Savannah Rose Hannum3 years ago in Humans