Saskia Reed
Bio
Books and writing have always been my escapism. And so, it gives me great pleasure to say that I am a writer. Writing has always been integral to me as a way to express my thoughts while also commenting on the world!
Instagram: @sas.kiax
Stories (3)
Filter by community
The Letter
The girl shut the door firmly behind her. It was made of shining oak and had a painted golden eye upon it that would watch her retreating form long after she stopped thinking about it. Outside the Reading Room, the sullen man who had shown her up through the long passageways, up twisting staircases, and around sharp bends, until the girl was certain they would never find their way back out, was waiting patiently for her. His grey face was no longer hanging in perpetual sadness but was filled with a bright warmth that had not been there when she’d been shut into the Reading Room. He took off down the hallway and the girl found herself half running to keep pace with him. Her Reading had been successful. The overly bright passage now seemed to have taken on a heavenly glow and the girl couldn’t help but smile gently.
By Saskia Reed5 years ago in Humans
