Jevarni Grant
writing a book || I (try) to write every Sunday and Thursday || 17M || Jevarnigrant07@gmail.com
Jevarni Grant
writing a book || I (try) to write every Sunday and Thursday || 17M || Jevarnigrant07@gmail.com
writing a book || I (try) to write every Sunday and Thursday || 17M || Jevarnigrant07@gmail.com
writing a book || I (try) to write every Sunday and Thursday || 17M || Jevarnigrant07@gmail.com
There she sits, brunette hair, bright eyes, joking with the bartender. She only makes the warm air warmer with her loud, charismatic laugh in reply to something he says in response, that fades into a smile.
She’s easily the happiest person in the room, from what I could tell, practically glowing, radiating pure-light like a Greek Goddess. She takes a sip from her coffee — she’d been here for ages...
The sound of laughter feels around within the car, one two many people having the thick smell of beer on their lips and in their mouths. The car we were in swerving dangerously among the dark night. Surrounded by nothing but trees.
Only God knows why I’m hanging out with these guys. I didn’t even like them; they were loud, annoying, immature and everyone loved them because they were part of kappa...
Mara hadn’t planned to stay in the small town, but a twist of fate – or more likely a twist in her car’s transmission – left her stranded on a quiet street just past dusk. It was raining, a soft drizzle, the kind that seemed to seep into the bones rather than wash away. She hurried toward the single diner, its neon “OPEN” sign flickering against the wet pavement.
Inside, the place was nearly empt...
You’re a horrible person. I’d heard those words so many times, thrown at me sharply in so many different variations that the sentence had grown lost on me, the word or it’s meanings held no value to me. No matter the context, whether the person dishing the insult was old or young, man, woman or non-gender conforming, if I knew them all that well or not.
But somehow, when he’s the one saying it,...
_Beep, Beep, Beep._
The raking sound of a machine awakens me after what must’ve been a long.. Long slumber. The air is bitter and cold, my brown eyes feel like if I close them, they won’t open again, a rough cough leaves my lips causing me to recoil subtly.
Sweat lines my forehead and armpits, the sides of my long black hair sticking to my face as I sit up in the spacious bed; only then do I b...
I wave a hand frantically at my screaming audience as I walk out from the premiere of my newest film; wearing a large grin on my face, flexing my pearly whites and striking red dress - of course matching the carpet below my heels. The turbulence of the night sky blows in my dark hair, causing strands of it to move in majestic harmony.. I was on the red carpet just like I’d dreamed ever since I’ve ...
“I love you”
My partner in crime— David, spits out suddenly. His face pale with fright as we stand atop the mountain, dropping a shocking bomb of a confession on me, here, on the final trial.
He visibly flinches at my lack of a reaction, and takes a deep breath running his fingers through his hair.
“Look..” “if we die here I knew I’d regret. I just— I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t say it now.”
He...
The vibrant feeling of the summer sun hits my skin like a wave as I enter upon the sacred grounds. A beautiful garden surrounding a monastery containing beings of different stories who had all come with one goal; to find peace. But unfortunately, that’s not what I was here for, I was here to train and collect knowledge. Nothing more and nothing less. My heart did not long for retirement, because b...
Those stupid brown eyes had haunted me ever since I’d met him. He walks in, his skin pale and sickly, a cigarette hanging from his mouth that he tosses into the can that sits near my apartments door. I’m in state of shock, not because of the way he looks but because he’s here, he’d somehow creeped his way back into my life and he looked like just as much of a mess as he usually did.
“Hey Babe, lon...
I toss and turn groggily feeling like the world just hit me at light speed, batting my eyes barely awake, but im not in bed—no. I’m falling. My body quickly becomes aware of the burning sensation of metal friction against my skin that’s only covered by dark-blue boxers. Wind blowing through my hair and face succeeding at knocking me out of my jet lagged state as I make my way down this. . . Slide?...