Currently injured with limited freedoms. Throwing myself deeply into my writing to keep myself sane.
The memory was still fresh in my brain, it felt like yesterday. I looked down at the living jewelry curling around my wrist making its way up to dance through my fingers.
By Acacia Zabout 6 hours ago in Chapters
Running, Running with no end in sight. The hallway is dark, the ground hard and rough. Pain shooting up my legs radiating through my joints with every step. My lungs are growing weaker and weaker. Every breath more laborious than the last. It's like I'm suffocating, but I can't stop. If I stop, for even a second. It's going to catch me. I don't know what it is, but I know what it smells like.
By Acacia Z2 years ago in Chapters
I open the front door sitting on the stoop, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders. Cupping my steamy mug in my hands, pondering. I can smell it in the air, the crisp, frosty humidity. It's different from the sticky wetness you feel in the summer and the dry prickling breeze of the temperate desert winters. This cold seeps into your bones, you feel the steam in your nose and the dampness in your boots.
By Acacia Z2 years ago in Fiction
