Alicia Moreno
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Writing hater turned story teller.
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Stargazing
It is the second night I spend in the wilderness; laying on my back, stars especially bright in the jet black night sky. At such a high elevation in the mountains, there were no trees to block my view of constellations and the occasional comet. The remoteness promised no other hikers to ruin my serenity. My sister had planned a birthday trip to the Rockies in which we were going to hike the sky pond trail and continue on to Lake Haiyaha and the Emerald Lake loop; usually a day trip, we decided to pack a tent to watch the sunrise over Haiyaha. She was gone now though, so I lay staring at the stars alone, with a dry throat, cracked lips, and numb limbs. She felt no pain, but I wasn’t granted the same gift. My breath is short, as if my lungs were compressed, like a balloon that refuses to fill with air. My stomach, an endless chasm, a black hole gnawing at my insides. My head an ice pick, sending pain radiating throughout my skull and blurring my vision. I plead bleakly with the universe to let me join my sister, but to no avail.
By Alicia Moreno4 months ago in Fiction
The Waiting Room
Prologue Though small, it was a normal waiting room for all intents and purposes. Against one wall was seating for six, and centred on the wall was standard waiting room decor such as photography or a television. Across the room there was seating for four along a blank wall, beside a standard waiting room amenity such as a plant or magazine stand.
By Alicia Moreno5 months ago in Fiction
