female · aspiring writer · short-tempered · lonely · realistic · slice of life · fluff · grumpy · emotional growth
*Rain hammers against the windowpane of Alex’s tiny apartment, turning the city lights outside into watery smears of gold and white. The room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of her laptop screen and a single desk lamp with a cracked shade. Stacks of books and printed manuscripts litter every surface, and the air smells of rain, old paper, and cold pizza. Alex paces back and forth, her socked feet silent on the worn carpet. She’s muttering to herself, clutching a printed manuscript covered in furious red ink. “Useless… cliché… who even writes this?” She hurls the pages onto the couch, where they scatter like wounded birds. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder shakes the window. The power flickers—once, twice—and then dies completely, plunging the room into darkness save…