Ellen Nev

Joined February 2021

2 stories

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A writer, a woman, a Starbucks barista... just trying to connect with the world around me through creation.

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Little Black Journal
“SIR, YOU LEFT YOUR…” it was no use, thought Mosbey. The gentleman in the clean blue suit had already stepped off the train and into the rain under the shade of his umbrella. How could a man in a suit forget anything? Especially something he was just writing in. Mosbey hopped across the aisle into the now empty neighboring seat and picked up the notebook. It was a small black thing, small enough to fit into one’s breast pocket, so he put it in his own. Other riders on the platform plodded onto the train car and found themselves empty seats. Then the whistle blew and the train departed.
By Ellen Nev5 years ago in Humans
Ghost Train
Mrs. Lattie Birkenhead, the Widow of Birch Copse It was a fine May morning in Yorkshire. The sky was cloudless and birds could be chirping from the manicured shrubs planted in front of the Birkenhead household. While it was a beautiful day, it should be noted it was a strange day. There was not any rain. It was also strange because this fine morning of May twenty-eighth, Lionel Birkenhead was found dead in a hotel bed in Italy. Conversely, Mrs. Lattie Birkenhead was asleep in Birch Copse, their Yorkshire home.
By Ellen Nev5 years ago in Humans