Random avatar

LadyJackson101

  • The Nighttime Sky.

    The Nighttime Sky. I step out of the golden Chevrolet. I take a deep breath.I smell the smells, of the nighttime sky. Fresh cut grass. Newly bailed hay. And trees.Those ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read


Maybe what most people wanted wasn't immortality and fame, but the reassurance that their existence had meant something. No matter how long... or how brief. Maybe being eternal meant becoming a story worth telling.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality