|I'm writing a bunch of short stories based on the characters of this one. The title is still "under construction", since I don't like it that much.|
Love Birds - First Kiss There he was, standing outside her house, holding his umbrella above her as she searched for her keys. It was funny how destiny could take such unpredictable turns. Coincidence or not, on that day, rain wouldn't stop and she had forgotten her umbrella. On the contrary, he had taken his. Being the last costumer, he offered himself to walk her home, after watching her sighting and looking desperately through the window.Love Birds - First Kiss by HybridBird
"So, hmm, are you going home now?" she shyly questioned, holding her belongings against her chest.
"I suppose so" he said. He wanted to look cool, but the answer came out a little too cold.
"Oh, yes, of course! What would you do outside on a day like this, right? Yeah..." she pointed out clumsily, shaking because of the chilly weather (or because he was there). Being her nervous and impulsive self, she resumed her speech, giving him no time to answer. "I was going to invite you for a cup of coffee," his eyes widened "but you must be very busy.
Love Birds - The beginningHer favorite time of the year was winter. Snow falling from the clouds, breaths coming out as steam, frozen lakes, so quiet and mysterious. Walking around the dormant parks was a habit of hers, picking a brown leaf here and there, reminders that autumn had just passed.Love Birds - The beginning by HybridBird
On one of these walks, she stayed out for too long. It was already dark, even though it was only six p.m. Sure she would get lost in the woods, she walked along the trails until she reached a seemingly warm and cozy bakery. It was bright on the outside as there were christmas lights on the porch, and the wonderful smell in the air kept on drawing her in. Certainly she could call a taxi and wait for it while eating a few pastries and drink a heartwarming cup of coffee.
As she entered the small store, only a few people were left to be served, so she took her place in line, eyeing the sweets, trying to decide which one she prefered. When it was her turn, she ordered a cappuccino and a box of chocolate brownies. Those wou
Love Birds - SheShe had been in a dark place for a few months. No employment after college, no money to start her life, disappointed parents. After getting back to her parents house, things got worse, so soon she made up her mind: she needed to star her own life, and as shortly as possible. She found a job at a coffee shop, looked for a tiny apartment she could rent and, after she got her first payment, she moved out. Even if she loved her parents, she couldn't take the disappointment in their faces, the constant criticism, the pressure. It would be far better if she went out on her own.Love Birds - She by HybridBird
And so she did. The apartment was close to the coffee shop, had a nice view over a small park and, even being fifty years old, it was perfectly habitable. Light green, almost white, walls, wooden floor, antique furniture, a fireplace, very well treated. The owner was a old lady who barely had money for food and all the medications she needed. They made a comfortable agreement for both: enough for the old lady to live
I think I'm too young to define myself as this or that, because I always find myself on a conflict between what I find to be right and my espontanious actions.|
For now, I can say I love reading and writing. Thanks to my mom, who was always there motivating me to read more and more, books have been a huge part of my life since young age. They are my alternative universes, my way of running away.
Writing came along a lot later, when I was on 9th grade. I started looking for fanfiction and I felt the itch to write my own. This feeling made me start with, as I said, fanfiction, then I tried to write my stories with original characters. About two years ago, I decided to give poetry a shot. It is still not my best, but I enjoy what I write.
In the moment, I'm trying to improve my writing, as in vocabulary and sentence construction.