Waves thrashing so loud
I lose myself in the midst
of an old, blue memory.
About the Creator
Audrey Spencer
I was born a writer. As early as six years old I was creating wild stories with my vivid imagination & writing it in my journal. I write for my happiness and expression. I write for my soul.
To write unapologetically is to live fully.
Keep reading
More stories from Audrey Spencer and writers in Poets and other communities.
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Horror
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.