Bethy Parr

Joined June 2021

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Right Where She Started
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. "What's that?" Macy said, pointing at it with her light.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Horror
🐶
All my life I had begged for a dog. My parents (perhaps wisely) knowing all the extra work it would introduce into our lives, gently refused my requests for a very long time. Add to that some family struggles and a turbulent time in puberty, and thoughts of a dog were largely forgotten during my teenage years.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Petlife
Silver Slivers
How brightly you shine, how radiantly you glow. You have changed so much since we first met five years ago. I still remember that day as clearly as if it were yesterday. In those days you carried yourself differently, reminding me of a world-worn dog that you see in shelters or inside of chicken-wired fencing. The kind that stare into oblivion as you approach it, but by the time you hear the low rumbling that was actually its growling, the poor thing was already baring its fangs at you, ready to maul whoever dared offer it a hand, comforting or otherwise.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Humans
4
Four is never simple, Nor is it easy to understand, There are lots and lots of four letter words, That are just harder to comprehend.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Poets
For ____
The woman stared out the window, through the steel railings of her balcony, down at the bustling park below. Her eyes trailed the path of an aged couple shuffling past the fountain in the center of the courtyard, each with a cotton candy in hand. A soft breeze breathed life into their snowy hair, and a tinge of envy singed the woman's heart when she saw them face one another and lift their heads in loving mirth, before they continued their lazy afternoon walk.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Fadeland
It was the first day of second grade, and Joseph had spent the hours fawning over his new pencils and notebooks his mother had purchased for him at the store. He had tagged along, choosing what pack of a particular color he had wanted, what sort of erasers, what color cover of notebook. Today was the day he could finally use them, and the thrill of it still filled his heart with excitement to overflowing.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Fiction
Alexander's Wife
Men call him the King of Kings, the son of Zeus, the man who conquered the world. Generations would take up his mantle, birth fire of purpose in their hearts from the mere sight of his image, name cities and citadels in his honor. They would delegate him among the greatest of giants who walked this earth. But what of me?
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Fiction
Dumb Cake, Sorry
Chocolate cake, chocolate cake, chocolate cake. Everything is always about that damn chocolate cake. Papa would shriek at me for making him wait five minutes in the parking lot after school, then come up to my room afterwards when he got home with a slice of chocolate cake and a glass of cold milk. Not a word spoken, and he'd just leave and shut the door.
By Bethy Parr4 years ago in Fiction
Corner
Ella ran down the stairs, out the door, and dashed into the old barn. Her father stood there waiting, with the most adorable thing she had ever laid eyes upon. She took him carefully in her pudgy arms and began stroking its brown and black fur.
By Bethy Parr5 years ago in Fiction
1/2 + 1/2 = 1
There was a great whir, a great howl, followed by a great bang, and the house around me came crashing down. That was how I thought the world would end.
By Bethy Parr5 years ago in Fiction