Creative Writing, Personal

Sporadically Calculated: three

Holly’s eyes opened at ten. Too late to go the 10:00am yoga class, she lingered for an hour and half on various interruptions of social media, and at half past eleven, she decided to take a slow-paced, leisurely stroll downtown to a familiar studio: wooden floors, and large glass windows. Her muscles woke up slowly… Continue reading Sporadically Calculated: three

Creative Writing

Sporadically Calculated: two

The short book’s ending was not happy. Is that how all stories of forbidden love end? In tragedy and longing? Holly walked back to her apartment and considered the concept of selling her bike, placing Smart’s book amongst the few others she brought along for her final year of being an undergraduate. All the websites… Continue reading Sporadically Calculated: two