She/her ~16~ Just trying to bring my imagination to paper â„ïž. Iâm in LOVE with writing and experimenting with it but cannot keep a streak to save my life-Iâm on and off this app a lot-:) FAV BOOK: All the Light We Cannot See
She/her ~16~ Just trying to bring my imagination to paper â„ïž. Iâm in LOVE with writing and experimenting with it but cannot keep a streak to save my life-Iâm on and off this app a lot-:) FAV BOOK: All the Light We Cannot See
(School has started so I wonât be as active, but anyways, I present to you part three, continuation of âThe Letter!â)
The day that Cloeanne died was the quietest day in the history of the Hallingsâ home. Uncle Finn wandered around aimlessly, still wearing the same clothes from the night she died and still feeling that horrible aching tug at his stomach. He could not bear to look at the girls. Th...
~This is a continuation of my story The Day She Stopped Waiting~
_Dear Adessa,_
_ __I know this must be very sudden for you, and I apologize that most of my more recent letters have brought nothing but bad news to the family. Iâm afraid that this letter brings more of that. First I got sick, Warrick disappeared, and now Iâm dying. I didnât want to write to you until I was sure of it, but Iâv...
*From the perspective of 324 because why not?*
Is it truly believable that when, in the name of equality, if all humans are raised the same, dressed the same, fed the same, given the same items, taught the same subjects, given the same opportunities, and spoon-fed the same brainwashing slop there can still be a rise?
Someone who allows the gears in their brain to rotate just a tad, a small littl...
In the attic of General Yâs quarters, 717 and I sit close together in the cramped space full of cold drafts and metal.
At 717âs feet lies a small hexagonal-shaped piece of technology, the screen sending an eerie blue glow in the otherwise dark room.
âWhat.. what is it?â I question in a small whisper. âIâve never seen anything like it.â
âAn Angulux.â responds 717, running their gloved finger a...
Belonging.
Itâs something we all desire, isnât it?
We chase it with our eyes tightly sealed.
Our hands reaching out,
We hope that anything will take hold and have us healed.
Cause thatâs when weâll belong!
When weâre finally in our place.
When weâre high up in the ranks,
And no one can call us a disgrace!
Better feared than loved,
With wolves right by our side.
Weâd rather be safe hunting oth...
âBefore I start the tour there will be a preliminary contract-â says Dave in a monotonous voice that hasnât changed intensity since we met a couple of minutes ago. He hands me a clipboard with at least five pages. I notice the long dark scar along his hand but try to ignore it.
âYou need to sign this if you want to continue,â he drones.
Iâm not much of a reader, so I briefly scan through the p...
Flint and I sit in the dark room crowded with people, watching the numbers projected on the wall grow smaller and smaller.
20 seconds and we will be sent to the next level of torture we must endure.
But Flint and I have become masters at thisâendurance.
The pain that comes with these games is so constant Iâve almost numbed to it. The shrieks of terrified people. The chill of horror and my racin...
The door creaked open, revealing a long forgotten room..
Miranda shrunk away from the light that was being let in. She wouldnât go in there, she couldnâtâŠ
But the room wasnât asking. It was demandingâdemanding that she face what happened inside its walls all those years ago. She took a shallow breath, one that shuddered through her whole body.
She walked.
Step after step, plank after plank, s...
_~Wisteria~_
I find that fire is something that I have always associated man with.
Full of flavor and bursting with life. Capable of hypnotism, of drawing you into your death. Chaotically lifesaving and on the verge of mass destruction at the same time.
Thatâs why Iâve never liked fire. It canât pick a side. But itâs seductive on a cold winterâs night when thereâs nothing else to keep you warm...