“What is it called? I like it.” Lake half whispered.
“It’s Orange Sandlewood, smells great right? In a minute you’ll hear some Ludovico Einaudi, I got sick of the rainforest after my first year in practice.”
Lake breathed deeply, letting air travel into his nose down to his chest and out his mouth. Just like he was supposed to.
“I never got the whole listening to the ocean and rainforest,...
When your childhood isn’t normal the people you look up to aren’t either. For Pluto Chambers it was Lovely Moore; despite the commonality of strange, uncommon names like Pluto and Lovely in The Garden, Pluto couldn’t help but feel Lovely’s name was particularly fitting for her.
Long ginger hair, and a face splattered with orange-brown freckles and angry brown eyes. Always so angry. Justifiabl...
