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S. Winter

S. Winter

Master of escapism. Amateur writer. 🍎♠️🥀🕸️

12
Writings
33
Followers
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S. Winter

S. Winter

Master of escapism. Amateur writer. 🍎♠️🥀🕸️

12
Writings
33
Followers
14
Following
Plus One

S. Winter

1 min read

“Look, I know five annoying people, and you are four of them.” He said coolly.


Mia scoffed, her eyes rolling painfully far into her skull. She probably should have taken a deep breath, but she took a moment to silently curse her brother instead.

And herself.


She never should have agreed to attend his stupid party, but she definitely shouldn’t have agreed to be a plus one for Mr. Hot-and-Un...

Romance

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The Deer

S. Winter

1 min read

Hot tears fell from her cheeks and her fingers turned white as they gripped the seam of her jeans. She had given him everything she had in her soul, and this was all he can give back?

She had planned out what she was going to say- she rehearsed it and refined it to make sure it was oozing with love, but his eyes still grew wild with frustration when she confronted him. He still breathed his ...

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Assassin

S. Winter

2 min read

Saturday mornings are my favorite. Nancy and I go for a walk around the park and end at our favorite cafe on the edge of town. Every Saturday. She knows how much I need order and peace in my life. The same routine every week, the gentle spring breeze rustling the vibrant green leaves in the park- it’s medicine for my soul. My rusted, rotten soul.



_ Blood. so much blood. Screams of agony f...

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Father’s Assessment

S. Winter

2 min read

At midnight each night they switch shifts, a passing moment of relinquishing duty to the next, and resting as the next six days take responsibility. I watch over them all and keep them in check. All seven of them look up to me and respect me, hence the name they’ve bestowed upon me- Father Time. I’ve come to know each of their souls well through their endless shuffle of obligation under my di...

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Ruin

S. Winter

1 min read

Heels in hand, I jog as much as this ridiculous dress will allow until I reach the front door. My sister and mystery man are still noisily making out on the sidewalk outside when I burst through the doors of the club.


“Ashley Marie O’Brien!” My words are sharp and my finger points violently at the petite blond in a highly inappropriate white dress, complete with a white cowboy hat and a s...

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Purple

S. Winter

1 min read

He can choose whatever he wants to be but to me, he is always purple. Purple swaddles a baby in soft pastels, gentle and precious. It clothes a king, harsh and arrogant. I am either the subject of his passion and love, or the subject of his wrath and disgust. Purple softens in the sun, but in the darkness it camouflages itself, dissolving into the shadows. He chooses his hue as the sun rises, and ...

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Apprehension

S. Winter

1 min read

There is a time for everything. A time for sorrow and grief. A time for joy and laughter, for fear and courage. However, to err is human, and in our imperfection we sometimes feel the wrong thing at the wrong time.

I steady my breaths. My heart and mind war over what to feel. I think I should be afraid, but I’m not. My heartbeat thumps behind my ears and I choke down my excitement. The las...

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Envy

S. Winter

1 min read

She has taken everything from me. Her porcelain skin glows with all her youth but mine is rough from years of enduring life’s relentless blows. Her gentle hazel eyes glimmer with joy while mine are dull with a dark sheen of reality. She runs and jumps, laughs and sings with the rising sun each morning, but I awake to aching knees and overdue bills. She jokes with my husband, and his eyes are soft ...

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The Battle

S. Winter

2 min read

The snow that fell in the still of the morning is now stained red and steaming with the warm blood of fallen soldiers. The undisturbed blanket of white is now trampled and muddled under feet propelled by panic. Which is typical, but this particular battle is gruesome. Neither side has been forgiving, but fortunately, we are much more savage than they are.

They expected a meeting t...

Romance

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