My personal account is Winchester_At_Heart. I'm basically here because I'm dating the creator of the account and helped come up with the idea. I'd like to pretend that I have some good ideas but I mostly just encourage Oliver to pursue his great ideas.
And now, I present to you, a short excerpt of my writing so you know what to expect.
She sat at the bar with her head in her hands and wept. Silent tears slid down her face. They left river down her cheeks. These rivers sat astride the two parts of her life, the two different worlds.
One world held memories, fleeting ideas and emotions. Her Kleiner Armeejunge sat on that side, smiling at her and laughing as he took trays of drinks from her. His eyes sparkled with joy and he was happy. She was happy. Plain dresses laid next to him, a memory of their own. Freedom, though not a tangible item, floated weightlessly around the space.
Upon the other side sat the same boy, his eyes now dark and angry. He never swore at her, but his empty tone in wishing her goodbye haunted her thoughts. Yellow cattle markings, bleeding scalps, fever dreams, and tattooed markings throbbed like fireworks inside her head.
The fireworks bleed through her nerves and set her heartbeat back in her arm, a similar feeling, one memorised through panic and fear.
Rivers flowed down and divided Sara Katz’s face, rivers so deep with currents so strong that even the strongest bridge couldn’t cross.
Thanks for hanging out with us. Next up will be the description of someone else. Don't ask me who, but whoever it is probably has something interesting to say.
