A slightly inspired, barely motivated, lover of fact and fiction
Interior Alaska. An idyllic wasteland of rotting tundra and moose droppings. The mountains are too far away, the ocean is nowhere in sight. Instead the lazy Chena river churns brown with dirt and debris.
By C.Z.5 years ago in Wander
Happy. Bubbly. Sweet. The words used to describe me as a child and most of my teenage years. Angsty, angry, emotional, those are not words anyone ever used to describe me. Every teen has angst though, right? I didn't even know what angst was until my older sister was about 16.
By C.Z.5 years ago in Beat
Halfway through finals. So close to finishing out the semester. Staying up all night to study was a bad idea. Milo was so tired during his biology test, he could not have possibly done well. Whatever, if he had to retake classes, it wasn't the end of the world.
By C.Z.5 years ago in Futurism
Lenora held her breath, trembling, in a closet barely bigger than a cupboard. She almost didn't fit but the adrenaline pulsing through her had warped her body. She made herself fit. The swiss army knife was clutched to her chest in a desperate attempt to be prepared. Laughable. How could she have prepared for this?
By C.Z.5 years ago in Criminal
It coats your hair, encouraging soft waves to blow in the breeze. It sits on your skin and you can almost feel it crystalizing.
Finding new music can be endlessly frustrating. Are you like me, constantly asking for new music recommendations? Sometimes I feel those around me think my brain must be broken, why can't I just listen to the same songs on repeat on the radio?
Marlon Brando may have been the one yelling out for Stella in that beautiful classic but when I first met Stella, she was yelling for me.
By C.Z.5 years ago in Petlife
