These are my responses to the writing exercises from our tenth Writing Apocalypse lecture.
TRIGGER WARNING: Child death; car accident.
These are my responses to the writing exercises from our tenth Writing Apocalypse lecture.
TRIGGER WARNING: Child death; car accident.
Your feet sting from the residue of bindies and the heat of the concrete stairs. You sweep the path as quietly as possible, hoping to avoid the attention of the Alsation next door.
After all these years, I still miss her.
I got so caught up in my history assignment yesterday that I completely forgot about blogging. As an apology, I’m going to post twice today.
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In the end, our destruction came from far away, beyond our lands, beyond even the beyond.
Snow freezes, seeping into your bones, swallowing sensation and suppressing your instinct to survive.
When he woke in the woods in the dark and cold of night, he’d reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.
The room is cluttered with memories of a well-spent life. The wall-to-wall bookcase is filled with leather-bound books. An urn, brimming with scrolls, stands in the corner. On the walls is a portrait of a beautiful, dark-haired woman, holding a… Read More ›