Angel Davis
Bio
Author who loves writing in all genres of fiction & poetry.
Stories (9/0)
THE GLITTERATI ☆ iv
iv ☆ THE BOY IN BLACK APPROXIMATELY TEN hours passed before Sid woke, the sun rays peeking in through the window before now visibly reduced. She sat up and stretched, letting her eyes adjust to the light in the room before making eye contact with a boy in black who was leaning against her doorway.
By Angel Davis3 years ago in Fiction
THE GLITTERATI ☆ ii
ii ☆ GRIEF ACTS WORSE AT NIGHT 7:26 PM NEARLY AN hour passed before Griffin finally pulled up to Sid’s house. Without a word, he pulled her into a hug, his heart going out to her. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning into him. She was grateful that he’d been there for her all day long, always seeming to care about how she was feeling in every situation that challenged her right to grieve. She wanted to forget her loss for a bit. Just a few hours. But it seemed like when she pushed it to the back of her mind, somehow the universe figured out a way to remind her.
By Angel Davis3 years ago in Fiction
THE GLITTERATI ☆ iii
iii ☆ WELCOME TO GLITTERA FALLS SID FURROWED her eyebrows in confusion at the stranger’s words. “Who are you and who is we?” He tilted his head at her question, seeming to slip into another personality entirely. He cleared his throat, a wide grin spreading across his face.
By Angel Davis3 years ago in Fiction
THE GLITTERATI ☆ i
i ☆ PINS & NEEDLES Hayward High 2:47 PM SID CARVER stared straight ahead at the date written in the top corner of the whiteboard. April 24th. A date that haunted her for the past two years. A forever reminder of the day she lost her father to cancer. She could remember the way he looked, the way his last breath sounded like it was yesterday. The way life faded from his eyes as they searched hers for something familiar to hold onto. Anything. The sobs that escaped her mother’s throat moments after he was gone. It seemed to play out right before her eyes, no regard for the desks housing students around her or the impending figure of her calculus teacher as he walked toward her.
By Angel Davis3 years ago in Fiction
THE GLITTERATI ☆ prologue
PROLOGUE ☆ ONE LESS GLITTERATI The Galleria, Glittera Falls Auction Round 1 THE GALLERIA was packed to capacity, every seat hosting one of the glitterati, the elite and wealthy individuals that made up more than seventy-five percent of the population in the town built on the riches of a select few. The occasion tonight was one of the utmost importance, a night in which bidding held an entirely different meaning. The subjects stood on marble platforms lining the stage in the center of the lavish gallery, ready to subject themselves to their heartless buyers if it meant becoming one.
By Angel Davis3 years ago in Fiction
