Typethreewriter
Bio
Hello, I am a knowledge seeker and book lover who is stretching out my writing skills for the first time! I live in England and love learning, and I hope to try my hand at as many new things as possible.
Stories (7/0)
The Art of Folding
There was no cake. The usual tea set had been laid out, fine china and silver spoons on the delicate lace table cloth, but no cake accompanied it, and frustration curled, hot and unpleasant, in Mary's stomach. She wasn't even hungry, she didn't particularly want to have cake right in that instant, but it's absence was yet more proof that her mother was the one pulling the strings of this entire operation, and she hated it.
By Typethreewriter3 years ago in Humans
The Art of Folding
My shop should be easy enough to spot, it's the only one with a blue sign, read the letter in Ben's hand. The pages shivered as the train carriage rattled along its rails, and he sighed, folding them carefully and tucking them back into his pocket.
By Typethreewriter3 years ago in Humans
The Archaeological Discoveries of Sara and Anne
There was someone else out there. There had never been anyone else out there, not in the weeks and weeks that Anne had spent sneaking out to the Old City. That was why she did it. Everyone else stayed in New Chicago, building things and growing things and repairing things and generally being too loud and bright and busy for Anne to get a moments peace.
By Typethreewriter3 years ago in Futurism
The Art Of Folding
"Rhys! Where are you, I need someone to rant to about the positively atrocious day that I've been having." Mary blew into the shop like an expensive whirlwind, silk skirts flying, perfectly-curled blonde hair swinging indignantly at the injustices of the world. Rhys looked up from behind the counter where she had been pouring over a battered old book, already smiling at her friend.
By Typethreewriter3 years ago in Humans
7.00: Wake up
I wrote my first real to-do list on January 1st. It's on an A5 size sheet of old notepad paper, the kind with tiny squares that make your eyes hurt instead of lines, and the edge of it is ragged where it ripped as I tore the page out of the book. The writing on it shrinks down the further down the page you get because I started to run out of room, and there are at least three swear words on the page. I'm weirdly proud of it.
By Typethreewriter3 years ago in Motivation
10 Days in Iceland
Iceland was far from the first country outside of my own that I had visited. It was mid-May, months into my gap year, and my family had gone on holiday abroad even before I saved up enough to send myself travelling. But Iceland was the first country that I visited with a purpose that went beyond sightseeing and relaxation; I was going as a volunteer, and I was incredibly excited.
By Typethreewriter3 years ago in Wander
Moments
When I left school, I chose to take an apprenticeship rather than attend college, due to the fact that living in the middle of nowhere made getting to a college both difficult and expensive. I won't bore you with the details of the experience, but I learned a great deal about taking care of animals, and it was the first time I had lived away from home, which wasn't surprising since I had only just turned sixteen.
By Typethreewriter3 years ago in Wander