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Sweet Dreams (Serena)
Serena sighed happily, swinging her feet as she sat on the wooden bench. She was thinking about Karissa, her bestie, again. Karissa was a precious soul. Granted, she was rather serious, but she was kind and loyal. Serena couldn’t ask for a better friend.
By Jessica C.5 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Dreams (Karissa)
Karissa had always loved the peaceful fields. A field was a place where she felt calm and at absolute peace with the universe. Nature acted as a soothing balm for her weary soul. She stretched, basking in the sunshine and admiring the chirps of birdsongs.
By Jessica C.5 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 11
Disclaimer: This story has multiple parts. To read the previous part, you can click here. "L-Lex?" I stared off into the distance. My thoughts flashed back and forth from the kiss we shared to her running off. Why? Why would she do that? She can't catch feelings for me. Not me. She's so weak. So weak. I'll take advantage of that. I've done it before. How is she any different?
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet5 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
The day papi died was a sad one. I rather blamed myself for the death mainly because I was the problem child (being that I was the middle child and all) and because if I had been doing my chores papi would have never went into the woods in the first place to look for me. One of the things I liked and loathed about me at the same time was my need for independence that made me rebellious. Many times papi and mami have told me to put my brains to good use, which I did just not in a very productive way. The boys my sisters and I grew up with have even given me the title of the treacherous hoyden of Anevia. What they thought of me and what they said had no effect since I never planned to get married. Now that I look back on it, I don’t really think it would matter if I wanted to get married, considering the fact we were poor now. I mean, what man would want to be married to a maiden who could not give him a dowry, even if she was considered one of the fairest in all of Anevia? Of course, Colin and Calib were the exceptions, but then again they were our best friends.
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
Another day has gone by and nothing exciting has yet to happen. Life is boring this way. Its uncomfortable living in another house instead of ours. Papa has been gone for a day or two and we all miss him. I think all of the tension of his death and having to move got everyone a little bit moody. Just now Zaria had slapped Gabriella. I know that Gabriella has done many things in her life to deserve a good slapping, but I never thought that anyone would do it, especially Zaria who normally ignores Gabriella’s bad behavior. Once Gabriella ran off to the woods, everyone sort of stood dazed and then returned back to what they were doing. Mama tried to speak to Zaria but she was gone before we could find her. I turned to the house and closed my eyes. My head was killing me; I think another one of my headaches were coming on. I would ask one of my sisters to find a way to get rid of it, but Gabby was in the woods followed by Colin, and Zaria had left toward the house.
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
The End of Man
She stared down at the grass beneath her bare, dirt smudged feet. From beneath the ground she felt a low rumble, deep from within the earth. The ground seemed itself to be vibrating as the ants and crickets danced frantically around, unsure of their surroundings. Pebbles began to shift and hop along the cobblestone just to the left of her house and the small swath of grass that surrounded it. In all her years before, this had been her place of solace. Her home. Remembering comfort of the grass between her toes, she dug her feet deeper into the earth, trying to hold on to that memory. When she was still safe.
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 9
Disclaimer: This story has multiple parts. To read the previous part, you can click here. My eyes kept wandering from the rearview mirror to the front window, keeping an eye out for a certain truck that could find it's way back behind me just like it had when I first came out here.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet5 years ago in Fiction
