Katie O'Shea
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Downpour
Kari stared at the mirror as the fog slowly creeped from the corners and converged at the center. Her crestfallen face disappeared from view. She harshly rubbed her face before she stripped out of her torn and dirty clothes. She stepped into the shower. The droplets reddened her skin, but she barely registered the heat. Tears had begun to sting her tired eyes. The sheer weight of what had transpired forced her body to collapse to the shower floor. Sobs racked Kari’s body. When she felt like she couldn’t cry anymore, her puffy eyes trailed over the cuts and bruises that covered her body. How could have this happened? She attempted to gather her thoughts to no avail. More tears escaped her eyes as another fit of sobs began.
By Katie O'Shea4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Groves
Sunlight spills into the room, flooding into my tired eyes. I reluctantly throw the covers off, stretching up and cracking my back. I sigh as I remember why I’m here instead of in my own bed. I drowsily drag my feet down the stairs: part of me half expects to smell aunt Lily’s famous cream cheese stuffed French toast with Maplewood smoked bacon and a roaring pot of coffee. I’m heartbroken as I look around the painfully empty kitchen. Memories of her singing (terribly) whatever song was on the radio as she swayed her hips with her long flowing dresses practically sweeping the floors came flooding back. I close my eyes for just a moment, trying to reinforce the mental levies that this trip has slowly been chipping at. More memories escape though, each hitting harder than the last.
By Katie O'Shea4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Groves
Nightfall came sooner than I anticipated. I still needed to spread her ashes and say my goodbyes to her, so I must stay another day in this town. I walked the quiet streets, heading back to my aunt’s old home. I looked to the sky, admiring the innumerable stars that decorated it. This view makes me hate this place a little less. With the amount of light pollution in the city I can only ever see the moon and maybe a few sparse specks of stars. But here, it’s like I can dive into a sea of stars and bathe myself in the glow of the moon. It’s almost intoxicating how beautiful it is. I brought my gaze back to the empty streets. Though it is only 9pm, every storefront is closed. That’s small town living for you. One store in particular catches my eye. Mama Blossom’s Bakery. I’d only ever been there once, long ago. A summer I can’t seem to get out of my head today.
By Katie O'Shea5 years ago in Fiction
Serenity
We had been trekking across the Ramdinian desert for a few days. The ends of my scarf lightly whip the back of my neck. I readjust it to cover my mouth and nose to prevent inhaling the sand the wind is kicking up. The sand is just barely tolerable compared to the heat. The temperature here rises to 125˚F, and ironically the wind just makes it worse. Greco and I can’t rest though. We need to find shelter before nightfall, or the Chimeras will hunt us down.
By Katie O'Shea5 years ago in Fiction
