Hannah Fricker
Bio
I'm a young mom to a brilliant little girl, I grew up in Ontario, Canada - extremely passionate about reading and writing. At only 22 months old, so is my daughter.
I'm a student of NYIAD on the path to becoming an interior designer.
Stories (3/0)
Rose Robbins
Most people thought her cutthroat attitude and strong independence was due to some sort of trauma. They said it was the only explanation as to why she was so cold and distant. Rose rarely smiled. She didn't have a reason to. Not yet. She had a goal and would do everything she could to reach it. She spoke up and never hesitated to share her opinions.
By Hannah Fricker6 years ago in Families
First Snow
The room was dark. She lay awake, she was always awake at this hour, thinking of her. She turned and looked out the window. The last of the late-night drunks were stumbling under the street lamps. "So happy, so stupid." She laughed. It was a kind of painful laugh, a laugh that had been hardened, one only of a lonely woman. Her thoughts went back to that night. The night she lost everything.
By Hannah Fricker6 years ago in Humans
A Day in the Life
It's 6:30 AM and you're woken up by an obnoxious alarm. You wait for the snoring mass beside you to get up and turn it off. It is his alarm clock after all. As you lay there praying the smaller snoring mass, who crawled into your bed at some point in the night, doesn't wake up, you feel the bed shift and the blaring noise stop. You can relax, she didn't wake up. You feel yourself drifting back to sleep to the sounds of your husband getting ready for work.
By Hannah Fricker6 years ago in Families
