Gina Solomon
Bio
Life is an adventure and sometimes the adventure is figuring out who you are and why you have learned so many odd skills years before. I think it is time to share my adventures in stories my imagination has been aching to create.
Stories (32)
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One minute on an elevator. Content Warning.
I might be late, and Dr. Placid keeps harping on me about being on time. I hope this session is better than last time, I think as I rush off the bus and into the tall building. I see the elevator with a red lit arrow pointing up over the top of it about to close its doors.
By Gina Solomon2 years ago in Fiction
Late night treasure
Danny knew the treasure could be theirs if he timed it right. The guard, Betty the babysitter, was alert and could hear a pin drop. He had to play it cool till the right moment. Lisa had a plan to get Betty out of the way with her newly created slime spilled on the bathroom counter.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
The Inheritance spell
Have you ever wondered how some families are so well off but don’t seem to have a clue what real work is? They just have the funds and can’t tell you where the family fortune came from, but it’s always been there. Even in hard times, they come out fine. It’s like magic…no it is magic. An old spell that finds extra we thought we had or lost money and diverts it to the family line that cast it. For centuries this spell has been working for a chosen few families. Will it end without ending the family lines?
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
Queenie
As Miss Gray gathered her purse and keys and slipped into her shoes, she patted the head of the dog prancing at her feet and called out to the ball of fur resting on the arm of a nearby chair. “See you two later. I’m off to work.” And then she was out the door. The keys could be heard locking the door as the dog lay on the floor with a sad moan.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing purple clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Alanu had watched it happen every night in her dreams for as far back as she could remember. Soft purple wisps of colour as though someone had pulled a paintbrush through the sky and left soft swirls and lines that danced around each other. She had asked her mother where it was a few times but she never got an answer. She tried asking her grandmother just once and was scolded for it.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
Odd companions
Kesha woke from her long slumber, disoriented and unsure of her surroundings. As she moved slowly, she blinked her big green eyes and tried to focus. She felt odd, like something wasn’t normal and as she looked around in her room she began to remember. She had returned home from an adventure needing rest like her life depended on it. The adventure before that began to unfold in her mind and caused a tear to fall from her eye and hit the floor. She had met her true love and they had enjoyed a passionate, but short time together. They had been found by the king’s men and were chased, hunted and her love, Vallen had died protecting her. He begged her to leave, to save herself. She looked down at her bedding and saw the eggs she had laid. She remembered being so tired when she reached her home and had laid 3 eggs almost in her sleep. “Thank the creator” she thought as she stroked each one gently.
By Gina Solomon3 years ago in Families
Like fleas on a dog...
When things got heated in Europe and the Middle East over borders and such, everyone speculated about world war 3. It never happened though. When the pandemic of 2020 came and killed thousands, people thought this might be the thing that kills us all off, especially with variant after variant popping up. We got through it. But all the while things were at work. Natural disasters, fires, earth quakes, people blamed it on global warming. There were a few science fiction writers who saw it coming but didn’t actually think it was true. Fantasy they said, not actual truth. The Earth is trying to renew herself, some said. Well, the truth is she was trying to in a way. You see, it turns out we are the flea on her back and she is so frustrated with the havoc we have caused she is trying to shake us off, anyway she can. Fires and volcanos like fever fighting an infection. Earthquakes and magnetic polar shifts caused by Earth trying to shake us, scratch us off like a dog rolling and scratching to remove the cause of an awful itch. Viruses released like flea powder to kill us off. What’s next, a flea dip? Or, dare I ask, is there something worse?
By Gina Solomon4 years ago in Futurism
Bram
As the carriage bumped along and began to slow for turns, Elise reached up and wrapped her knuckles hard on the ceiling yelling, “We can’t slow down. Please, keep going as fast as you can.” She did her best to brace for the bumps, as they picked up speed again. “I will not be forced to marry anyone.” She thought to herself.
By Gina Solomon4 years ago in Fiction
