Sophia Jurgens
Bio
Sophia Jurgens currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, but was born and raised in Miami, Florida. She studied Poetry and Arizona State University, and currently works as a copywriter in the corporate world.
Stories (3)
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The Phoenix Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It was hard to imagine now, in the dizzying oven-like heat that lingered from the summer that Phoenix, Arizona, had also once been touched by the Ice Age - a time that many don’t realize we are now exiting and hastening with greenhouse gases. Still, the desert was littered with animals that were reminiscent of dragons that we now know as distant cousins - snakes, lizards, all kinds of creepy-crawly cold blooded creatures. I wasn’t a stranger to them – I, too, had come from a hot place, but a much wetter one. Florida had a host to all kinds of reptiles, from the invasive iguanas to the oil-slick backed alligator. But still, none of them flew and all of them had been around consistently forever.
By Sophia Jurgens4 years ago in Fiction
Off Trail
There were signs that told hikers not to wander off of the trails, but Carly was not a hiker, she was an art student. More specifically, she was an art student with a landscape sketchbook assignment due the next day. She had no desire to sketch the same few landscapes that her classmates would be finding on the trails in the state park near campus. How predictable, and how bored Professor Stanz would be. So, she dipped her hiking boots into the detritus on the lip of where the trail met the forest floor and tried not to trip over hidden tree roots as she waded deeper into the woods.
By Sophia Jurgens5 years ago in Criminal
The Spring And The Knot
The bucket was heavy even before it carried water. The rope that held it in Sarah’s hand was frayed from age and scratched the skin on her fingers pink. She could switch hands to share the burden, but then the gruff wooden lip of the bucket would leave identical bruises on both of her calves. These bruises were constantly renewed by her daily trips to the creek, so Sarah would always feel tender when pulling her stockings on in the mornings.
By Sophia Jurgens5 years ago in Futurism
