Olivia Schroeder : Writing

Summer Nights

Summer Nights

A Story by Olivia Schroeder


It is summer. I can smell it in the air with each breeze that flows through my window, rustling the curtains and soothing my sunburnt skin. The far-of..
I wish I had done more.

I wish I had done more.

A Poem by Olivia Schroeder


I wrote this the day after my great grandmother passed away.