this is a collection of unpolished, imperfect, messy snippets either from writing exercises or unfinished stories. I’m putting these here to document my progress as a writer, and to remind myself that writing is writing is writing — even if its not perfect.
amaranth
“Immortality was her father’s greatest work. His second best was May. Now, at the end of time, there is only the two of them left.”
ta-two
“Cherry held out her hand, and he took it. She blew on them gently, as if to warm them from the cold. His steady warmth, maintained by the machinery within him, melted the snow around them. “