WakE mE Up inSidE - jamless™
if you came here looking for poetic strands of words depicting the depth of our friendship fluttering down like snow out your window as you drink a cup of hot choc, the kind of prose that urges you to sink into the love seat and snuggle into a lush blanket and smile outwardly at nothing, at no one...
YOU'RE DEAD WRONG, BABY.
leave that to liz and lorna, who tug at the heartstrings of readers with their delicately strewn words of passion and grief, of suffering and exuberance.
leave that to kris whose soul is ancient but demeanour brash and youthful, who can put a smile on your face with her wittily woven words.
leave that to karis who speaks dramatically on every subject, hyperbolic expressions tossed about in her speech to light up her texts.
leave that to justin, the one seen as the least serious, the one seen as the offensive meme kid, who is a closet poet laureate and cherished by his english teachers for his prose and poetry, painting wonderful landscapes on the canvas that is his lined paper.
leave it to smol, whose short stories bring laughter to readers, despite going through so much herself.
yes, leave it to them, the protagonists of this chaotic anthology that is just beginning.
what you can leave to me, though, is the cold winter air slapping you after the snowfall, the scalding hot chocolate falling on your lap, the blanket being ripped from you and leaving you frowning at nothing, no one.
hello, i'm anya.
the oldest of the group.
the most bitter, the most tired, the most unnecessary hyped member of this group of once strangers who bonded over the same thing: warmth through a touch screen.
YOU ARE READING
fairy bread
Humor"what's fairy bread" "it's an australian dessert" "ITS YURI PLISETSKIS ASS" --- just a weird wattpad account started by a weird groupchat composed of weird friends united by a japanese animated ice skating series.
