Practically Poor: Discounted by DancingLunarWolves, literature
Literature
Practically Poor: Discounted
Chapter 2: Discounted ____________ Judy didn't get a wink of sleep. It was apparent in every feature and movement of her small frame. The sluggish actions, the dry mouth, and certainly red eyes. And thought that's what she saw of herself in the broken, full-body mirror of the rundown bathroom in the abandoned warehouse that she now called home, it wasn't the only figure that was competing for a look at how life was currently treating them. In fact, the reason for her current look was currently smiling and making – trying to, at least – funny faces in the mirror as though it were a funhouse. "Ou sha-ry is, Juyyy." said Skye, currently attempting to see her own tonsils in the dim light. The doe only smiled in return. More annoyed than scared by being next to the fox, Judy considered what she had gone through last night and why she was so tired. It wasn't because of the cold air, cold ground, or the fact that she was homeless – both former and recent dwellings were about the
In Our Dreams (There's nothing to fear... RIGHT?!) by DancingLunarWolves, literature
Literature
In Our Dreams (There's nothing to fear... RIGHT?!)
"In a life where waking hours are draped in the costume of horrid nightmare,
where reality has suddenly become questionable, it's easy to be scared by dreams."
― Scott Sigler, Infected
The vibrant colours of various vegetables piled high in bins was something that Jack could always say that he enjoyed about this store.
Not that it was overwhelmingly fascinating, no. It was the simple serenity of it all. Nostalgic, even.
Its earthy scent along with the calm, ambient muzak was something that he always looked forward to whenever he stopped by, and today was no exception; he needed somewhere familiar to de-stress from the hectic week he ha
