Nia Tellefsen
came for inspiration, staying for the stories.
Nia Tellefsen
came for inspiration, staying for the stories.
came for inspiration, staying for the stories.
came for inspiration, staying for the stories.
Everywhere she looked was covered in something soft. Whether it be the woolen carpets, the silky blankets, or the massive husky sprawled out over the futon, every surface was covered with something enticing her to drop her load and finally collapse.
Bar the gray and white husky snoozing away on the futon, each blanket and carpet had been dyed gentle shades of pastel; a subtle disconnect from the...
At a cursory glance, I catch nine humans bumbling around. Some are shouting instructions (voices vibrating through the surrounding air, bouncing off the towering mountains), some are gathering equipment (bodily movements causing ripples like a stone cast into water), some are lightly tapping the metallic structure and backing away quickly (with a sudden rush of fear through their forms, curling li...
I tumble slowly, clouds grazing my ears and raindrops escaping my fingers
Stone still around me, frozen in time
Or is it me?
Inch by inch her atmosphere drifts away
And I fall
And my breath rushes out
Ground rushes up
down
down
down
Phantom pains already coat my spine and shake my hands
Why did the sun let me fall?
Then suddenly… it’s over....