Fiction

Risk

A little girl comes in from being shot by a rifle at the playground, we get her into the room. 

The bullet didn’t go through luckily or else she would have died.
She's bleeding out we need to act fast

     Sara is new to her school in Mississippi. Ever since she was a little girl, she has been very shy. It’s the very first day and she knows nobody in her 7th grade class.

On the day the tower fell, I was about to enter the subway tunnels to head home, to my apartment in the heart of Chicago. When I heard a bone-chilling scream. It was filled with anguish and despair. That scream pierced my heart, forever changing me.

I look behind me at the sunlight that is flooding the clearing. I want to run back, shed my bag, let my skin soak up the warmth, and just stay lying in the tall grass forever. Instead, I turn back around and face the unfriendly looking woods.

this is my horror screenplay! i wrote it with the intention of making something my friends and i could shoot that would be fun and mildly scary, not a transcendent work of art, so i'm aware that the plot isn't perfect, but... yes. this is a thing.

a/n: self-harm mentions.

You stayed on my tongue like my favorite tea. Peppermint.

i dreamed of the attic again last night. 

a/n: so a few posts ago i had a list of things i wanted to write. this is the 'soft' entry. it's been a while since i've written fluffy things like this, so please forgive me if it's not too good !

"Morning.."

a/n: a little bit of language.

coffee shop setting ;
soft characters, ie, just woke up with their s/o next to them ;
a soft, painless death - old age? with their loved ones near them ;
small things to give personality - gestures, soft/loud voices, tics, etc ;