Haley Schworm
Bio
Communication is the foundation of happiness and the key to success. I wish to convey a message to you all in some way that hopefully inspires you.
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Part Wolf
Liam wakes up on a moving train after a succession of events leave him with probable memory loss and two empty hands. He feels weird from a pang in his stomach that must be completely empty. He closes his mouth and swallows his spit forced from dehydration. His shaggy, blonde hair was twisted from laying his head down on the empty seat next to him for some time now. The clothes he wore were loose and relaxed about him. The pocket in which he expected to find his cellphone, his ID card, and the ticket to the train were never found. His shoes were tattered at the seams, and his fingernails appeared chewed off and dingy.
By Haley Schworm3 years ago in Fiction
Unbalanced
Once, before the pandemic raged against the inhabitants of the world there was almost nothing more than a secret dying. I got a simple letter of rejection that had rooted me for years, and now I thought this little had encouraged me to speak out more about my passion and well-being. I shall crawl out of a dark place and renew my vows in life. I have traveled even more since the pandemic. I do it for the thrill. My accuracy is sometimes precision. A final decision I never make. When should I give up? Social norms are huge indicators of how I grew up and became imaginative just before many others could reach me and tare me down.
By Haley Schworm3 years ago in Confessions
Part Wolf
Liam wakes up on a moving train after a succession of events leave him with probable memory loss and two empty hands. He feels weird from a pang in his stomach that must be completely empty. He closes his mouth and swallows his spit forced from dehydration. His shaggy, blonde hair was twisted from laying his head down on the empty seat next to him for some time now. The clothes he wore were loose and relaxed about him. The pocket in which he expected to find his cellphone, his ID card, and the ticket to the train were never found. His shoes were tattered at the seams, and his fingernails appeared chewed off and dingy.
By Haley Schworm3 years ago in Fiction
