I’ve loved writing just for fun for years but I’ve had no formal training. I’d always appreciate feedback. Thanks for stopping by 🤍
I’ve loved writing just for fun for years but I’ve had no formal training. I’d always appreciate feedback. Thanks for stopping by 🤍
Where do you go when you’ve never seen the world?
_Tuk. Tuk. Tuk. Tuk._
Careful, they said, else you’ll get stuck like them.
She listens to her breathing. The air against her nostrils. The exhale is just enough to shift the candy bar wrapper in her lap.
_Tuk. Tuk. Tuk. Tuk._
She notices her shoulders feel tight, so she forces them away from her ears. Relax, she tells herself. She feels the ...
Smile for me. _Please. _
__
Even if it’s a lie—I don’t care, I just want to see you smile. Just _once. _
I don’t… I don’t think I can do that.
-No. He has to. He has to. I felt the pain it took for him just to be able to say those words. But he has to. I need him to.-
No, no, you have to. You _can_ be happy. You can get better. Please. I need to see it.
-I taste the salt that clogs my eyes. I...
This is an excerpt from one of my book ideas. I likely will not finish it, but I love this scene. Enjoy!
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He chuckles, a low, genuine sound that starts from his belly. “Calm down, Apple Holler. You’re too smart for your own good. We’re at a party, and you’re still thinking about work.”
My cheeks flush. “Right. Sorry.” I don’t want to bother him about my conspiracies if he’s not interested.
...
Join me where the fairies sing
Over the rocks resembling giants’ limbs,
Memories of their bodies set in stone
As if they’re still there; as if you can hear
The music of their breath
Rise
And fall.
Join me where the children play
Among the gnomes and toadstools
We can get there by a dragon’s wing
Or by riding the waves of the ocean,
Almost becoming the water itself,
Rising
And falling.
Join ...
Stars shine solitary
Lovely daughters lost their mother
Smile as they search for her
Among their average days
Quiet but not conservative
She sought her sunken ship
Now every night her daughters sigh
A goodnight is not goodbye
The daughters are now mothers
As they have children of their own
Their days are full of joy and demure
A growth from gardens sown
A second chance to be a mother
To welcome...
I **try**
And I **try**
And I **try**
And I **try**
My effort stretched for **miles**
If laid out in a **line.**
Higher than **high**
My goals in the **sky**
I did everything I could
To bring them to **life**
I **tried**. I really did.
The late **nights**
Little sleep
Lost track of **time**
Forgot to eat
I pushed...
She keeps the doors unlocked.
Ada works as a baker. Her shop is on the corner, making the whole block smell good. The cozy booths and turquoise chairs give the shop a contemporary feel. Her croissants and eclairs are regarded as the best in the country. She lives above her bakery with a cat and a fish tank. She has no children of her own, so she often visits her sister’s house, as she has a husb...
“Hello?” I answer the phone. I don’t recognize the number, but it’s the second time they’re calling, so I figure it’s not spam or anything like that.
“Is this Rachel Nogueras?” The voice on the other line asks quickly. She sounds stressed.
“Yes, this is she.” My heart beats into my throat.
“I’m a nurse at Northwestern. Your sister’s had an accident. She asked me to call you… before she passed ...
You never asked, but…
It hurts me, too.
I never wanted to hurt you
But lately that seems like all I do
I care so much that I cry over thunderstorms
At the thought that those that I love could be gone in an instant
But I understand you’re the victim
When you called me about something that happened two month ago
You’ve been miserable for all that I know
Why am I even here then, though?
For most...
“Where am I?” I wonder aloud. A large bedroom appears before me. I have never seen anything like this before—wait, maybe it was in an ad. The decoration is minimal and everything is incredibly neat and tidy. Even the books seem to be organized both by size and author last name. There is a large bed with fluffy pillows in the center. It seems very relaxing…
“Wait! I can’t.” I have to get back to w...