Winter DeClan : Writing

Midnight

Midnight

A Story by Winter DeClan


"Scarlett, hurry up." My mother hisses back at me, as my short 7 year old legs struggle to keep up with her in this brutally cold weather. Shes basica..
Noire

Noire

A Story by Winter DeClan


Everyone wants the baddest b***h in the room.
Remember me in your nightmares

Remember me in your nightmares

A Story by Winter DeClan


Remember me in your nightmares“Deacon Delacroix of Hex sector is hereby condemned to death by firing squad on June 27th, 2027. Public execution...
His eyes

His eyes

A Poem by Winter DeClan


I'll never forget when I looked into his eyes for the first time. I saw him, before he even saw me. He walked in, immediately looking around the store..
She's not perfect, nor is she worth it.

She's not perfect, nor is she worth it.

A Story by Winter DeClan


Maybe he's right. He's right with everything else. Maybe I'm just like all of the other girls. Everyone thought I was different. That I would be diff..
The Rest of her Thoughts

The Rest of her Thoughts

A Story by Winter DeClan


The Rest of her Thoughts She watches him carefully, eyes roaming over her body, his face.. She watches him, memorizing his movements, his gait, his bo..