PIXELIZED
My eyes shutter open and my brain is pulled out of the trance we call sleep. My mind disposes of all uncertainty, it’s only one week until my untimely demise. Still being 14 my mum insisted I have the time of my short life. I stand up and…
young writers workshop
The Love Scent
Peppermint and Orange. That smell should be fermented into the walls and soaked into the bedsheets. It was a sweet and loving smell. As I saw her that night, all of her, I knew what I had missed. Well, what I had almost missed. Her smell, that sharpness…