New writer. Mostly here for fun and a creative outlet. Not taking it too seriously. Heavily influenced by Taylor Swift's wordsmanship, sue me 🫶🏼
New writer. Mostly here for fun and a creative outlet. Not taking it too seriously. Heavily influenced by Taylor Swift's wordsmanship, sue me 🫶🏼
"So, who's going to die today?"
I have asked myself this question every morning since The Day It Happened. Every morning I wake before everyone else, if not to get started on the daily work ahead of me, then due to the nightmares. Every night I see the faces of those I couldn't save. Every night I hear those horrible sounds and feel those gruesome figures at my side. And every morning I wake and ...
She was sat at the table, fiddling nervously with the white cloth in her lap, folding and unfolding the corners again and again. She wasn't looking at him while he spoke. Instead, she looked down at his unfinished glass of wine, his hands wrapped too-tightly around the stem.
She knew this moment between them had to eventually come, but she didn't want to believe it. Even now as it was happening,...