The stars were gorgeous that night. With the fire crackling in the silence, the scent of pine and smoke and earth drifting through the air, Edie could have blissfully slept.
Author: Clara
I like to imagine that words would pour out of my head if you cracked it open. A bit graphic, I know, but if I'm not imagining a fantasy world, I'm probably watching one, or reading one, or pretending that our reality isn't a dystopia come to life.
Stay with me
When Mimi met Riley for the first time, it was because she threw a shoe at the back of his head.
The End of the Beginning
Reading Time: There was nothing like routine to create the perfect trap of monotony and repetitiveness in a life otherwise satisfying. The elevator shuddered ever so slightly as it came to a gentle halt, and three men stepped off not a second later. Their footsteps echoed in the hallway, steady little beats that made a [...]
Clara Abigail 