Felecia Brown
Bio
Hello. My name is Felecia and I am 39 years old. I am from Louisiana but currently living in Houston. I love to write and tell stories. I also love to write poetry. I am currently working on my first novel.
Stories (3)
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Autumn Leaves
Fall has always been my favorite season. Some people love summer when they can splash in the pool or sneak off to go skinny dipping. Not me. I have always loved fall. The feel of the fresh, crisp air and the vibrant colors of the leaves as they fall to the ground. The sound of children laughing as they jump into a massive pile of leaves always brings a smile to my face. This is my Christmastime. This is my most wonderful time of year.
By Felecia Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
I remember the day my life changed. The day my world was turned upside down. I remember everything about the moment before my life changed. The snaggletooth smile that could light up a room, followed by his adorable laugh. The blond hair bopping in the wind as she sang along to her favorite song. The streak of grey in his beard as he tried to contain his laughter at my continuous off-key singing. Then, the light turned green.
By Felecia Brown4 years ago in Fiction
One Last Adventure
My grandfather was my best friend. We did everything together. I remember him telling me stories about his childhood, about how he and his father would go on all these little adventures. When I was younger, I loved to sit on his lap and listen to all the great treasures he found. How much was real, and how much was make-believe, I don’t know. That doesn’t matter. What matters is the excitement that he felt telling the story and the excitement I felt listening. As I got older, I was able to go on these adventures with him. I remember running around all over town looking for clues. He even paid people to be a part of the story; the crazy shopkeeper, the one-legged pirate, and the undercover treasure hunter posing as a school teacher. Everyone knew him. My grandfather’s name was August, so he nicknamed me September. On every treasure hunt, the town’s people would say, “there goes August and September.”
By Felecia Brown5 years ago in Families
