Tag: writing

Whose bubble was it?

Once upon a time she lived in a bubble.  Not a warm, fuzzy bubble like a Mayberry town. Once upon a time she lived in a dark, suffocating bubble that seemed like it would burst at any point. The temperature ran hot inside that bubble leaving one’s skin […]

Dirt on her face

From up above everything looks so small. That is why she goes parachuting every other month. Its an expensive habit and high. Pun intended. Its so cliche to feel alive when tumbling through the air.  The uncertainty makes one’s vision clear. She needed a reprieve. She had been […]