Danielle Hintz
Bio
Currently a full-time student just trying to get my thoughts out there.
Stories (2/0)
September 23
Sometimes I lay on the floor and take a breath with the mentality that it will be my last. I fill up my lungs to their absolute capacity, and in that one breath, that one, overwhelming breath which makes my head spin and my chest swell, my life is held.
By Danielle Hintz6 years ago in Poets
The Wind Chimes
My mother was quite possibly the most eccentric woman you would ever meet. She had long, curly hair, the same color as the warm orange leaves during fall. She was a short woman, but she had the confidence of someone ten feet tall. When someone looked into her deep emerald eyes, they would immediately feel accepted and loved. She was feisty, and would be the first one to tell you where the door was should you have chosen to say some unwise words in her presence.
By Danielle Hintz6 years ago in Families