Antoinette L Brey
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I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Eight Dragons
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. They came in one by one. It was a rainy Sunday when the first one appeared. Its fiery breath had burned the preacher, who had been talking about God's wrath. The children had laughed. The pious minister looked taken back. The service had ended early, and the worshipers cleared the square. The dragon flew in the sky. It glowed, brighter than the moon at night. And then three days, later the people noticed another. The pair seemed to dance in the sky. A collage of colors. The local painter tried to reproduce the sight. The villagers were praying that the creatures would leave, but a couple of days later the sky was filled with three. The weavers changed their weavings, and the colors of the sky appeared in the artist's fabric. People occasionally peeped out of their huts. But the usually busy streets were void of activity. The villagers sighed in dismay when the fourth one appeared. They wouldn't have even known what the dragons were if it hadn't been for the storyteller who traveled from village to village. Four more appeared over the next week. The villagers silently groaned. They expected to be overrun with dragons, but days passed, and no more appeared.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Special Ones
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, only about ten of the villagers could see them. Anna was one. Her viewing of them, had automatically raised her ranking in the community. She could not figure out what they were doing there, and why only a few of the residents could see them.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Just a Girl
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Anna stood in the door of her hut peering out into the naked square. Before the coming of the dragons, the village had been guarded by a herd of flying painted ponies. At night the elders would tell stories of them. Her Pa still had sculptures of them. She was not allowed to touch them. They were idols. It was rumored that one day they would return. They would be ridden in by a band of fairies. Anna had never seen a fairy neither had her Pa. Anna had asked all the elders, they all had hope, but none of them had seen a fairy or a painted pony.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
She rode for Freedom
She put the horse in a gallop, usually rode at a slow trot, but this morning she felt a sense of freedom. A smile finally crept onto her face. No facade just the real her. The happy free woman. And yes after last night she was free. She had cried at the time, but this morning all the sorrow had faded.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Why the Titanic
Jenny approached the modern ship with timid steps. In her mind it did not look unsinkable. It looked like a jail for a five year old. They were about to walk through the only entrance and exit. Her mother had brushed Jenny's hair until jenny's head hurt, and inspected Jenny's look numerous times. Now walking onto the boat Jenny couldn't help but wonder why the fuss over their appearance. None of her school friends were here, in fact she didn't even see anybody around her age. She looked down at her patent leather shoes. These shoes always forecast an upcoming bad event. She couldn't help wondering who the show was for. She shrunk in her body as they entered the ship.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
A Maiden's Dream
It was a boat of dreams. All the socially importent members of society were waiting to proceed onto the ship. Sara was excited. She would not be relaxing on the deck or listening to modern jazz while sipping her coffee. She would be working her way to New York. She had already been on the boat for the past three hours. The stair rails now shined, the grand hall looked perfect. She knew that the guests would be able to see their reflections in the glow of the silver and china. Sara was expecting this to be her most exacting waitressing, and cleaning job yet. She stood by the boat entrance as the high society passengers entered. Sara knew the role, she smiled and stood still like an obedient servant.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
