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Happy Holidays!
Please don’t give your baby a chainsaw smh
It was freezing. My pack and me had to come closer to the shacks of two-legged beasts to find something to eat. We were starving. Prepared to attack, we crawled through the streets of this ghost town....
So this is pretty much the first short fiction story I ever wrote (I usually just write poetry). I wrote it last year in creative writing, and I am super proud of it. It just combines my love for fant...
Waves thundered onto the wide flat beach. The snaking sand blew toward the dune grass violently dancing on the shore. After being pinned down in camp for two days, they took advantage of a break in th...
The rain sounded furious against the corrugated roof of the homemade greenhouse. It was echoes of the turmoil that was left behind in the house. If she could run away, she would. But where? It was rai...
Offering tough terrain
Many hikers can’t sustain
steep inclines challenge the brain
so dangerous that it may cause pain
https://www.wattpad.com/515291302-the-last-day-of-summer-prologue
Go to the link to read the story!
In the aftermath of a nuclear war, a father and his 11-year-old daughter set out on a journey to f...
Caribou ankles click when they walk and the large herd around her snapped with the appreciation of a joyful poetry reading.
Dark searching eyes considered her as her father’s whistled notes, bringin...
The blood was always the hardest to get cleared from under the fingernails. Even the tightest trimmed nails seemed to get the layer of dark beneath them. Her fingers were biting at her hands with cold...
Happy Holidays!
Please don’t give your baby a chainsaw smh
It was freezing. My pack and me had to come closer to the shacks of two-legged beasts to find something to eat. We were starving. Prepared to attack, we crawled through the streets of this ghost town....
So this is pretty much the first short fiction story I ever wrote (I usually just write poetry). I wrote it last year in creative writing, and I am super proud of it. It just combines my love for fant...
Waves thundered onto the wide flat beach. The snaking sand blew toward the dune grass violently dancing on the shore. After being pinned down in camp for two days, they took advantage of a break in th...
The rain sounded furious against the corrugated roof of the homemade greenhouse. It was echoes of the turmoil that was left behind in the house. If she could run away, she would. But where? It was rai...
Offering tough terrain
Many hikers can’t sustain
steep inclines challenge the brain
so dangerous that it may cause pain
https://www.wattpad.com/515291302-the-last-day-of-summer-prologue
Go to the link to read the story!
In the aftermath of a nuclear war, a father and his 11-year-old daughter set out on a journey to f...
Caribou ankles click when they walk and the large herd around her snapped with the appreciation of a joyful poetry reading.
Dark searching eyes considered her as her father’s whistled notes, bringin...
The blood was always the hardest to get cleared from under the fingernails. Even the tightest trimmed nails seemed to get the layer of dark beneath them. Her fingers were biting at her hands with cold...