Bethany Misner
Stories (3)
Filter by community
The Purity of White Roses
A tall handsome figure stands hunched over in his usual way. His arms are crossed with his left index finger tapping gently on his chin while he reminisces about the world outside the castle. His strong facial features illuminate the reflection of the sun. His hair seems to flow naturally from the warm spring air. His choclate locks flowing down to his shoulders with highlights of golden sun beaming through the waves of curls. He was standing in a corridor looking out an arched window lost in thought.
By Bethany Misner3 years ago in Fiction
If Only
Dear mom, Here I write to you a confession of the things I wish I had the courage to say before it was too late to change my ways and go down the path you wished I had went down. If only I sat down and listened to your words of wisdom instead of walking away from something that could have changed my life. If only I would have told you I was interested in the same sex earlier maybe you would have accepted my partner. I could day dream about all the what ifs but it would not change the fact that I stand here today on the other side of the country thousands of miles away. The only thing I have now are these words that will not ever reach you because maybe deep down inside I do not want them to reach you.
By Bethany Misner4 years ago in Confessions
White Roses
A tall handsome figure stands hunched over in his usual way. His arms are crossed with his left index finger tapping gently on his chin while he reminisces about the world outside the castle. His strong facial features illuminate the reflection of the sun. His hair seems to flow naturally from the warm spring air. His choclate locks flowing down to his shoulders with highlights of golden sun beaming through the waves of curls. He was standing in a corridor looking out an arched window lost in thought.
By Bethany Misner4 years ago in Fiction
