Oliver Crow
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they/them.
aspiring author, english lit degree.
passionate about mental health, social justice, and environmentalism.
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The Lighthouse Keeper
The fireplace behind him snapped, sparks flinging up like dandelion seeds, floating across the space between man and blaze. A spark landed on his oilskin jacket, flickering for a moment, then extinguishing, the ash slowly drifting down to land on the aged and distorted floorboards below. The man held a carving knife in his left hand, the wooden handle aged and cracked. The block of wood in his right hand was beginning to resemble a sitting cat, tail flicked over the back. Wood shavings flew up from the piece, falling in a small pile on the floor.
By Oliver Crow3 years ago in Fiction
Roy's Squirrel
The cold rainwater soaked through the newspaper and cardboard he had called bed for the night, waking him from a turbulent night of sleep. He arched his back and rubbed his sore hands, trying to get some semblance of warmth into them. The normal morning bustle of traffic passed in front of him, and just like normal, not an eye glanced his way. He shrugged his tattered coat off his shoulders and smacked it against the red brick of the building he slept against, leaving dark splat marks on the wall. With one final wring of the jacket, he shrugged it back on. Gathering up his mud-stained backpack, Roy was off, yet another gray day in New York.
By Oliver Crow3 years ago in Fiction
