Crystal Davis

Joined June 2021

3 stories

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Aspiring author, freelance editor, ghost-writer.

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Do You Want To Know A Secret?
Goodnight, he says. Goodnight, she says back. Music drifts from the other room, under the door, And she sleeps, quickly and effortlessly, as children do.
By Crystal Davis3 years ago in Poets
In The Drift
The fishing pier stretched out across the bay, and in the early light of morning, I could only see the dark shadows of two men, casting their lines and sipping their coffee. My feet hung over the edge of the bulkhead, swinging back and forth and I felt a bit like a small child on a swing. There was peace here, enormous peace, and I pretended that my soul was a sponge and that I could soak it all up, deplete the haven around me and divert it into myself.
By Crystal Davis4 years ago in Humans
Bright Illa
No one looks up, and the only sound is the shuffle of small, child-size feet scraping against the cement floor as Jaro passes. He keeps his eyes down and moves through the stone room. Wood benches are full of men and women in silent meditations, heads upturned to the very top of the Tower, still as rocks, almost lifeless. Children sporadically swing their legs back and forth, the only visible sign of life. No one turns to stare, no one moves, except Jaro, and he does so stealthily. The last bits of daylight are slipping out of the far end of Baldic Tower, and it is that light that Jaro presses towards. He is almost there.
By Crystal Davis5 years ago in Fiction