what home sounds like

it comes back to me in brief flashes of memories. the worn out chuck taylors on the floor, laces undone; the muted afternoon sunlight filtering in through the blue curtains, the messy bed with mismatched pillows and blankets and sheets. it's in the clutter of the desk with half a dozen books crammed on it… Continue reading what home sounds like

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a crushing kind of sadness

it's this crushing kind of sadness. you don't know where it comes from, you don't know why it's here. it's just a normal afternoon but suddenly all you want to do is curl up into yourself on the bed and let it consume you. it's just there along with a heavy heart and sometimes, you… Continue reading a crushing kind of sadness

Night at the Asylum // Hours 8-10

Halloween Short Story  Written By- Audrey Francis-Plante from  audreywritesabroad & Nimika from wordhaven. HOUR 8 “Okay, okay,” I mutter to myself as I walk toward the next room. “Calm down. It was all in your head. It’s all just in your head.” It’s in your head. It’s in your head. It’s in your head. I cross the hole in a wall… Continue reading Night at the Asylum // Hours 8-10

Night At The Asylum // Hours 1-7

Halloween Short Story  Written By- Audrey Francis from  audreywritesabroad & Nimika from wordhaven. HOUR 1 HOUR 2 We spend the rest of the first hour in the van with Phoebe and Chandler, editing that short video. Then Rachel is bouncing from foot to foot. “All right! BDA awaits, guys! Let’s do this!” I look out… Continue reading Night At The Asylum // Hours 1-7