*BLEEP* *BLEEP* *BLEEP*
The blast of sound jolted my aching body from slumber. Continue reading “Lightyears. (Week 15: Fiction)”
She was motionless, curled up beneath borrowed clothes. Bitter cold somehow found its way to her pale hands, so she tucked them closer to her body. Continue reading “Ash. (Week 13: Fiction)”
Snow,
It softly blankets the colourless soil,
Lifeless and cold after years of toil. Continue reading “Winter. (Week 12: Poetry)”
I can feel again.
I can see again.
I can breathe again. Continue reading “Autumn. (Week 11: Poetry)”
