myastclair (United States) published:
PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2018
“Man, I can’t believe you're turning 17 in a couple of days,” Brooklin said applying her tan foundation. She looked over to Lyric and shook her head, letting her bleached dreadlocks sway side-to-side. “And you still don’t have your driver’s license.” Lyric shook her head while curling her eyelashes. She opened her mouth to speak but heard the front door of her house slam.
“We’re here, y’all!” Tuscan, a friend of the pair, walked into the house with his girlfriend,...
7 months ago