Libby Andrews
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A Reason For Being
It's so damn cold. I sit on the icy alley floor as millions of snowflakes fall like asteroids plummeting to the ground. Next to me are three empty wine bottles. My head is throbbing. I'm hungover and have a headache. My body shivers, and any bare skin that's showing is as pale as the moon. It serves me right to wear only a black dress, tights, and a stranger's coat on the coldest day of the year so far. I can't feel my fingers. I'm numb. Physically and mentally numb. My mind is blank. I stare at nothing. I zone out into a trance and forget about my surroundings.
By Libby Andrews2 years ago in Writers
Slightly Obsessed with His dark Materials
My guilty pleasure is currently, His Dark Materials. The highlights of lockdown is sitting down on the sofa at the end of a long day, hot brew in hand, and watching this series. It is based on the books by Phil Pullman. After watching season one, last year, I was quick to buy the books and read them. The books became a favorite on my shelf. The tv series follows the books very closely, and if anything, goes deeper into details.
By Libby Andrews5 years ago in Geeks
The Calling
We stood in the main hall like a constellation of stars as we listened to the chancellor call out people's names. We must have been standing for longer than an hour. Every time the chancellor opened his lips I fear he will say my name or one that I recognise. I could feel my heart beating. I feel paranoid. I look to my side and see my sister, Cassie. She is a few years younger than me and barely reaches my shoulder. She's pretty. Her face is covered in freckles. Her hair is long and falls down her back. Her hair is tawny like a lion's fur or a least what I think a lion's fur looks like. I've never seen one in the flesh. I've only ever seen them in pictures hung up on her wall. Cassie bites her lip as her leg trembles. Everyone else hides their emotions. I gently squeeze Cassie's hand. For a moment she looks at me and I crack a comforting smile. She smiles back and also squeezes my hand just as tight.
By Libby Andrews5 years ago in Futurism
Eressear
I sit on the floor with tears in my eyes. We moved house today. Mum says that it's a fresh start for us, but I don't want a fresh start. I want things to go back to how they were. I want to go back to our house in Stratford upon Avon with dad. I miss my friends with all my heart. I know that I can still keep in contact with them, but it's not the same. I feel so alone. I feel a void in my heart will never be filled or replaced. This isn't the first time mum made me move house and school. I doubt it'll be the last. I should be used to this feeling by now, but I'm not, and I don't think I ever will.
By Libby Andrews5 years ago in Petlife
