General

The storm that had rocked his boat, capsized him into a relentless ocean had finished long, long ago - yet there he was still thrashing about as if he swam to survive it still.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 24, 2020.
General

Her temper was the knife she'd fashioned in that wild childhood a part of her had never escaped.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 24, 2020.
General

Her temper was her child self locked in a pointless cycle of sheltering under an imaginary shield and then brandishing a sword when she felt a rise in threat level.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 24, 2020.
General

The temper was a mirage of a warrior while her child self wept and hid.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 24, 2020.