Pocket Writings

Guess what? Tumblr’s being a Debbie Downer; I noticed I misspelled my email, and I can’t remember the password I chose either, so, I can’t even delete this blog and start over.

I’ll just have to creat a whole new blog from scratch and this one will stay dead f-o-r-e-v-e-r.

Hi there, everyone!

I have always loved to write, but I’ve having a hard time finding a good platform to post it to; I ended up going for Tumblr. The snippets, stories or scenarios that I write I decided to call them pocket because pockets are usually small, but can still, however, hold a lot of information on them; also, I thought the term was cute  ᵔ ᴥ ᵔ 

Regarding the first story I posted - and hopefully others to come - since they are short, many things are left unsaid, unclear, etc.; therefore, feel free to contact me about any doubts or curiosities you may have about them, or even if you just want to talk about writing in general!

Her sharp eyes surveyed the sprawling cityscape. A myriad of colorful, twinkling lights dotted the night skyline. She couldn't see them all, but could feel them; little ants running around everywhere: on the roads, in the alleyways, atop the skyscrapers, down in the sewers and loitering around abandoned buildings. Some human, others not quite so. She craved the quiet, yet didn't mind the twitchy humans; she was once one of them, after all. She would never hold that against them.    On the rooftop, the wind starts to pick up, turning her hair into free, twirling strands of brown. Breathing deeply, she closes her eyes and moves her head to face the dark sky, inhaling the light scent of damp earth; incoming rain. The city below holds all kind of scents, the majority of them most definitely not pleasing to the senses, but up here the air is cleaner and fresher, wild and free. A single light drop hits her forehead, sliding down to her lips. Another soon follows, the skies and the clouds opening up into a waterfall of rain. The city of Galecross is blessed by another rainy night.    She gets up, a tall shadow that mingles with the darkness of the night. After another long look at the city below, she turns around, letting out a small, sad sigh.    A flash of light brightens up the skies, followed by the sound of a low, menacing rumble. In the few seconds during which the lightning strikes, the lone figure atop the rooftops of Galecross is gone.