Beth Ann

Joined June 2021

2 stories

Bio

I've traveled, I've explored, I've studied.

I've struggled, I've tried, I've fought.

I've risen above, I've conquered, I've discovered.

And through it all, writing has been the language of my soul.

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The Godmother's Call
In the belly of a rickety old barn, two sets of wide, fearful eyes stare from each end of a gun barrel. One with dirty hair and a skillful finger hovering over the trigger. Another with a mysterious cloak and a secret burning deep within. The wind is silent, the cricket songs pause, as two women teeter on the sharp, brink of despair.
By Beth Ann5 years ago in Fiction
Just Blink
With a large mental thud, I strike the small pod over and over, desperately trying to free my baby. The sleeping pod that was meant to protect and to keep us safe, has now sealed with my baby trapped inside. As the pod flies open, Mica’s strange grey skin is revealed. I pick him up and immediately notice he is stiff, cold and unresponsive… he’s gone. A shrill, howl rocks through the room. I notice the sound is coming from me. The room goes dark and I feel myself fall.
By Beth Ann5 years ago in Fiction