Trinity Murchie
Bio
Deep feeler, Experience seeker, Truth finder. Writing is the most consciencious form of expression. The older we get, the sweeter the perspective we have to share within our creations.
Stories (4/0)
2023
July 18, 2023 The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sounds like the start of a horror story, doesn’t it? The reality is, it’s me. There is no more electricity for the public and I am doing everything I can to transform this abandoned cabin into a safe haven, an acceptable homestead. I finally reinforced the stairs enough to explore the attic and found this typewriter and some paper there (and a few jars of canned peaches–I think it’s peaches, at least). I’m grateful for this typewriter as it helps me to maintain the ability to communicate in this desolate situation. There are a few people I think I can count on to help with this place, but I have yet to fully trust them enough to let them know where I spend my time.
By Trinity Murchie2 years ago in Horror
Merlot Memories
Swish Swish Swish. She watched the red liquid swirl around the glass, getting dangerously close to the top, a drop actually spilling out. She watched the drop land on the hardwood floors, lightly bouncing up in several tinier droplets, only to end in a solo puddle. It was one of the things that can fall apart but end up whole in the end, a feat she wasn’t certain of for herself.
By Trinity Murchie3 years ago in Humans
