Hi there, stranger. I'm known as Mika from my part of town. I'm 20 years old but don't feel a day older than 18. I'm from Illinois but currently living in Virginia (with a hopeful plan to move back to Florida one day). I'm not known too well on any social networking site. I don't have any chat buddies to share inside jokes with. I guess what I'm trying to say is don't be shy. I'm all for meeting new people and getting to know them.
I LOVE creative writing. Occasionally, I like to share a few pieces that I've written over the years and most recently. Most will be simple, short pieces because I don't want to bore you with my madness. I'm also into photography, interior design, fiction, art... Well just anything aesthetically pleasing.
Things that EXCITE me: lipstick, lingerie, menswear, grace, cocktail rings, candles, incense sticks, sarcasm, victoria's secret, pearl earrings, rainy days, pumps, easily awesome people, lips, pink lemonade, pepsi, pups & kittens, boys, girls, lily of the valley, baby breathes, makeup, and devilishly good looking food & people.
All and all, this is just my piece of the tumblr pie, and I'll happily sit in my little corner and spill my big glitterglutter mind into it.
the most fragile of things.
Her walk was staggered, one challenged leg wobbling after the other, as she moved toward the gas station. Stopping in front of the glass door, she stood motionless with her arms hung at her sides, wearing blank stare. Her eyes were half open, mascara and eyeliner stained her cheeks, and her parted lips were busted and bleeding, as blood trickled down her chin. Bruises were visible all over her frail body; on her jaw, her arms, her legs and ankles. Welts covered her wrists and thighs. The sandals on her feet were torn so much they could only stay attached to her by wrapping duct tape around it and her foot. Her shoulder length, slightly wavy hair resembled a haystack atop her head. Her dress was tattered, splatters of blood showing front and back, but soaked with it near the bottom hem. Her body was weary, as her balance began to shift. She slowly started to lean forward, and then she would lean back, to the side and then the other, and then all over again until her body would lean back as gravity pulled her. A mere inches from the ground, she felt sturdy arms and hands grab hold of her, though her eyelids were to heavy to see who these arms and hands belonged to.
Her body was placed carefully on the ground while her upper body was cradled in the stranger's arms. She could detect a voice, believing this speaker was the one holding her, but the words were difficult to comprehend. That was until she heard, "I'm taking you to the hospital." She began to shake her head, slowly but effectively, and breathlessly said, "No. No hospital." Her voice was silky, appealing despite the looks of her, carrying an unrecognizable accent. The voice continued to speak as she felt her body be lifted from the ground. Her vision was blurry, so she could not see clear of where she was being taken. Then she felt the substance of a cool, smooth fabric against her warm, bruised skin. It brought a sense of relief as she released a sigh of content and close her bleary eyes. "You're gonna be okay," the voice comforted.
Please don't steal my creative writing work.
By the way, while I'm on the topic of stealing, nothing I post/reblog belongs to be unless otherwise noted.
Thanks for dropping by!
xo, Mika
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