Natalie Davies
Bio
I let my imagination run away and this was the destination.
Stories (3/0)
The Last Shortcut
The sky above my head is grey but getting darker as the seconds fly past, the first few raindrops starting to fall hit the ground. I yank up the hood of my jacket, tucking my auburn, wavy hair behind my ears. I am not exactly dressed for a storm. Having just finished work I am dressed in black skinny jeans, black pumps, and a zip up jacket covering the hideous blue polo shirt my job at the supermarket requires me to wear.
By Natalie Davies6 years ago in Horror
Kissing The Dirt
The ice cold wind whips around her face as her numb hands grip the bars, her legs rotating, pedaling quickly. Her breath comes in quick bursts, the cold air making her chest rise and fall with every intake. She feels every rock, bump and imperfect part of the pavement, she feels it through her bike, vibrating through her arms, activating every nerve in her body.
By Natalie Davies6 years ago in Humans