Christina wasn’t trying to figure these things out for an actual purpose. She wasn’t a spy working undercover to find a thief. She wasn’t infiltrating a secret organisation. She was a stressed and worried woman who kept twisting her fingers together as if she was going to snap them off, trying to distract herself from the twisting happening in her stomach. So, trying to figure out if the woman opposite was in her early 30’s or late 20’s, even though she had very luminescent grey and white hair, was a good distraction from the feeling in her feet telling her to run as far away as possible.
Tag: Short Story
The Character’s Strike (Back): Part 4
Rachel waited in front of the museum bathroom for her daughter, Lucy, to come out. She yawned, throwing her hand to her face so quickly she accidentally hit herself in the mouth, causing throbbing pain to shoot through her jaw. Leaning against the wall behind her, she closed her eyes and let the pain subside.
A Gift At Halloween (A Short Story)
My Grandma had always told me that our family had a gift. That no matter where we went we could see what most other people couldn’t. My Mum had made sure we didn’t visit Grandma too often. After the one time she’d taken me on a ‘holiday’ to the local graveyard to go and see her dead mother, and locked me inside the crypt, my Mum had vowed never to let me see her ever again.
@Un0Zer0 (A Short Story)
Account Name: 101011101010001 (Un0-Zer0) Birthday: 12/05/13 Hobbies: Human Existence and all its brilliance. Create a bio to tell people a bit about yourself. ... ... I like trees.
The Literary Onion 