Lauren Whitney
Stories (2/0)
Sunday Night
It's late on a Sunday. Her blood flows from her dying body on to the kitchen floor like water from a faucet. He stands there frozen, unsure of what to do as his little sister bleeds from the knife wound in her chest. The knife falls as if in slow motion from his hands to the floor, creating a loud thud as it makes contact with the ground between his shaking legs and her limp arm.
By Lauren Whitney7 years ago in Criminal
A Big Struggle
So last year I started uni. And yeah, t'was a laugh and a half. Got drunk, met new people, did lots of work, got good grades and had fun. That's what we are told uni is like and yeah, it is. It really is. But I was never told how much of a struggle it was going to be. I lost friends, felt disconnected from my family and feel like an outsider during all my holiday time at home.
By Lauren Whitney7 years ago in Humans