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.
ochre waters
“Heat bore down on our colony as fingers to a bruise, and it manifested as stickiness under my arms, barren dirt in the land—as though our bodies were forced to suck moisture from the earth to keep them whole.”
ashes from the sea
“Your third touch is final: the magic of threes spinning gold and translucent in the sky.”
stars at dusk
“…they curse when their bodies sink into the lake’s depths as teeth into apple skin, flesh, core as though death has let loose a spirit on the water’s surface.”
fire
“Don’t burn,’ he whispers, voice barely lifting over the howling wind, his hot breath fanning down my exposed throat like a flame, there and gone.”
the last star
“From the zenith, the last star begins to plummet.”