âWhat is your problem?!â Noshua shouts, the rain beats the windshield brutually as he weaved in and out of, thankfully light, traffic.
âMy problem!?â My words just as infuriated, âYouâre the one thatâs making a big deal out of nothing!â Noshua takes a corner a little too sharp making the tires lose traction for a second. My hand reaches for the âOh shitâ handle instincutally as he regained contro...
(Setting: 2 pm, mid-summer, heat is at a all time high, house)
(Chapters:, Georgia(Female, 29, dark brown hair, bright green eyes, tan skin, 145 pounds, 5 foot 11 inches tall), Lily ( Female, 19 months old , dark brown hair, blue eyes, 31 pounds, 33 1/2 inches tall))
Tensions were high as Lily seemed to have woken up in the wrong side of the bed. She had refused her morning nap, and had only eat...
Her body begins to tense, fists clenched. An overwhelming heat consuming her from within. As a volcano bubbles before erupting, she too is close to an explosion of monumental proportions. She bites her tongue, tasting the bitterness of blood as she struggles to contain her mounting anger.
He stands still, behind the brown and white counter with the marble backsplash he despises. His wife, albeit ...
He raises his fist at me. âI want to hit you so badly sometimes!â
I take a step back and he does, too. His words catch me off guard, but itâs not the first time heâs saying something like this. I draw my arms around myself and he does the same, mocking me.
âThatâs not fair! Weâre all we have!â
He chuckles and it makes me smile too, seeing him happy. But what he says next is vitriol: âIâm leavi...
Nosh stepped into the spaceport gift shop, the air buzzing like the school hallways between classes. Outside, shuttles lined up on the launch pads, their engines humming, while a sleek SpaceX rocket loomed tall against a sky that was quickly darkening. Storm clouds gathered like a crowd before the big game, thick and heavy, a cold wind whistling through the glass walls.
Note: cleaning up my drafts a bit. My work truck is down right now, so Iâm just trying to post some of these old writings that I didnât feel were worthy. Bear with me.
_Meet in the library after the Game. I have something for you._
_Yours, Ad_
Ad had left another letter outside my door this morning, and it left me even more crazed then the first. First, he had called me his _favorite _stranger. Did that mean I was, or one of, his favorite people? And then he had said he had something for me, what was it? And lastly, he had signed as...
As soon as the door shut, all the anger that was built up inside of me spilled over. I clenched my fists and glared at my older brother, wishing years of pain and torture on him. The years of pain and torture that I endured when he wasnât here.
âYou donât get to boss her around when you werenât even there for most of her life!â I shouted. Michael closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of...
