Scout O'Donoghue
Stories (8/0)
My First Hair Cut.
My mother had warned me that people had the tendency to hold onto past experiences. Despite how detrimental their effect may be. My mother had also said, that it is these stored memoirs that eventually can shape one. Like a touch on the surface of the skin, deep down like poison running through the veins.
By Scout O'Donoghue9 months ago in Writers
Nana's Trade.
I always remember valuing money as a kid. One of my favourite childhood memories was hustling my Nana to pay me for picking up hundreds of pins fallen amongst the mountains of lace in her sewing room. I would get paid $0.01 per pin. A delicate task that would take me hours.
By Scout O'Donoghue3 years ago in Motivation
The Worst Date, To Date...
I push open the front door and am greeted by a pleasant warmth that drags me out of the night’s cold blizzard. The sounds of a live six-man brass band playing soft Jazz combined with a familiar buzz of busy humming restaurant sends me into a quick state of disorientation. Confronted and confused, I divert my gaze from the ground up to the front host who smirks, placing a light touch on my hip and escorts me through the candle-lit tables whereby couples laugh and swoon over a degustation meal.
By Scout O'Donoghue3 years ago in Humans