Katie sevin
Stories (2/0)
About a Strange Girl
The first time I saw her, I thought I was imagining things. I was taking a walk through a snow covered field, in the dead of winter, on the way to my uncle's cabin. He lived about a mile walk from my home, and it became a routine to make this trip each day during the winter. After a long shift at my parent's bakery, I trudged through the thick snow to reward myself for the day's hard work, by sitting beside my uncle as we warmed our frozen toes by his fireplace. On this particular day, I remember the temperature was below freezing, and the snow was falling heavily. As I reached the final stretch of land before his house, I noticed a young girl, I would guess around my age, walking barefoot toward me. What I remember most distinctly about her, was her striking white hair that matched the color of the falling snow. Of course I noticed her bare feet as well, which should have been frozen to the point of death, given the weather. My first thought besides wondering if I had gone mad, was that the girl was either on some sort of drug, or she was something not of humanity. My second thought, strangely, was that I dearly cared about the girl's well-being, and wanted to make sure she was okay. As I started toward her, she stopped, watching me come forth. I was about ten steps from her, when she smiled in the most curious way, only for a second, before she turned from me and ran in the opposite direction. As much as I was interested in this strange girl, I did not follow her. My feet were so frozen that they'd become numb, and my mind could only think of the warm fire I would enjoy upon reaching my destination. When I finally made it to my uncle's house, he was waiting for me on the porch, presenting to me a hot cup of cocoa and a large woolen shawl to wrap myself in.
By Katie sevin7 years ago in Futurism
The Road to Recovery
I don't know if this road is a road less traveled, or a road walked on by many, but I do know that this road will take me to a beautiful place, and the journey, just as wonderful. I am 22 years old, and I am 70 days clean from all mind altering substances. 5 years ago, I found methamphetamine, a demon of a drug, a crystal shard recipe for disaster. I remember the day I held a hot flame under that glass bowl, and inhaled my first breathe of the insidious, black hole of a life that I lived for so long. I thought that I had found true euphoria. I thought that for the first time, I had clarity and peace of mind. Really, I had found my master, and I was now it's slave.
By Katie sevin7 years ago in Psyche