Corinn

Joined October 2021

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Under the Magic of the Moon
the moon, a shade of pink not yet at its highest still low enough to touch to brush with the most tender of grazes the meadow, a dance floor
By Corinn 3 years ago in Poets
Parallel Tracks
And then it went dark. And then I woke… I’m on a train. The year is 2022. Stella is a 23 year old young woman. An aspiring fashion designer living in the heart of New York city.
By Corinn 3 years ago in Fiction
Momma, I remember the night I found out Santa isn't real...
Momma, Remember when I was 12 and we were spending Christmas Eve night/ Christmas morning at Nana & Pop’s house? It was late Christmas Eve night and we had finished all of our Christmas Eve festivities. Me, you, sister, grandparents were slowly, holiday-cheerfully bringing the night to an end and getting ready for bed (for Santa to come!). All that was left to do was to wait for Santa to arrive.
By Corinn 4 years ago in Confessions
dear you,
you. I walked through the restaurant doors of my new hostessing job and you were there. I met you. I wasn't looking for you.
By Corinn 4 years ago in Poets
I wasted another day
To me, a much too busy day with zero time spent with yourself is a day wasted. Because if you don’t take time to spend by yourself or to care for yourself then what is the purpose? The purpose of every other to-do list item you accomplished that day?
By Corinn 4 years ago in Humans
I knew I always deserved diamonds
A diamond? I thought well into the depths of my mind searching for a story where I let my real self shine through, for a diamond-worthy moment. A few came to mind, but maybe only two that I thought were good enough. I thought “why don’t I have a better story? Why haven’t I experienced a better story?” As I’ve been so terribly harsh with myself over the last couple of years for not living life “enough”, searching for the perfect experience to write about and realizing I had none was no different.
By Corinn 4 years ago in Motivation
Murder at a Moon-lit Soiree
Drowning. Lungs filling with water. Burning. Submerged. Where? How? Dark murky green cloudy water. Swallowed by it. Harder to fight. Harder to move. But wait. She became able to slowly take a breath. Burning still. Slowly another. Her body gave a moment of slow relief, a slight feeling lighter than the water that was weighing down her lungs. As if the water was pouring itself out of them. It burned with relief. She was ascending, rather than sinking. Oh. Another slow breath. She finally rose to the surface of the water, body still laid out flat. She thought she had been drowning? She thought it was death. How was this almost happening to her? What had decided to save her? dark. It was dark. Pitch black, middle of the night. Alone, floating in the middle of…. A lake? what was she doing in it? She strained her sore, burning eyes to find a shore line. She looked again. A flash of something along the water’s edge. a couple was dancing. A young, well dressed, well-groomed couple, as if at a ball and not oblivious to a failed murder scene. They continued twirling in a smooth line along the edge of the water, before the trees, until they vanished from sight as fast as they appeared. No one else was remotely around, she was by herself again.
By Corinn 4 years ago in Horror