Got A Light?Mika bolts awake, gripping his chest and panting violently. The sheets are tangled around his legs, and in his terror-filled awakening he quite literally rips them away, the sound of the sheets tearing in half brings him back to the present where he lays in bed in his apartment in Pittsburgh. He looks out the window adjacent to his bed, the street light outside had probably been what triggered the memory gone nightmare in his slumber.Got A Light? by thecosmiclove
In his terrified rage he picks up his alarm clock and throws it at the window. He misses and the electronic device hits the wall and breaks with a satisfying crunch.
Mika puts his head in his hands, letting out a shaky sigh as he tries to regain his proper state of mind. Slowly he rises from bed, pulling on a pair of jeans that he thinks are clean, but have probably been sitting there for a while and are more likely than not, dirty. He scoops up his hoodie, not bothering to pull on a shirt before hand. He pulls it on, searching the pockets. He finds his c
Headfirst Dive into IntroductionsHe doesn't step off the bus like a normal person does. He does this strange half-trip, half-dance and lands promptly on his face, kissing concrete as a sharp welcome home from the city he must now learn to call home.Headfirst Dive into Introductions by thecosmiclove
"You okay?" Someone mutters and rises from the bench at the stop, offering Mika Cole a gloved hand.
Mika takes the strangers hand, torn between responding that he isn't okay, that he's been away from civilized life for thirteen months working for the government in a section that doesn't officially exist doing the country's dirty work while his whole family grieves over the loss of a twenty-six year old who isn't even dead in the first place or keeping his trap shut.
Mika rises, dusting off his black jeans before realizing that he has split his palms open and only manages to smear blood on the dark fabric.
"Well fuck," the brunette swears, then looks up at his helper.
The man is scarcely older that Mika himself, his blonde hair is shaggy, his bangs hang almost in his concer
Hello! Writing introductions is very intimidating for me because they're a summation of identity that's passed off as trivial. My identity is complex, like everyone's, and I don't know how to quickly and cleanly present it in a way that will make me appear unique, intelligent, or interesting, so if you want to get to know me, read some of my prose or start a conversation and that can be our introduction. |
The above picture of me was taken by my amazing sister, distourtion