Jen Phillips
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Having a creative imagination has no limitations. My favourite past time is just dumping all my thoughts on to paper and seeing where it goes.
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Dream, Dream, Dream.. Content Warning.
Are remembering your dreams so vividly normal? Apparently, you are not supposed to remember your dreams. Every dream has its meaning, even remembering your dreams to the point of being so vivid you can't tell the difference if it was real or a dream.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Fiction
In the vents of the Elementry School. Content Warning.
I wake in the same tunnel every time but every time the tunnel leads me to somewhere different. A different part of the school's ventilation system. The only way to travel to the school is through the vents. Which always leads to the school's boiler room? I see a door with a bright exit sign above it.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Horror
In to the Forest
The Year 2020. October to be more specifically- The peak of the pandemic. The time where we are all in need to get out. It's now month six of the lockdown and we finally have a brief moment of where we are allowed to leave our homes. I never really get a chance to go out on a weekend-get-away but when I do have a chance to escape I run to the mountains. It may not be a weekend-get-away but spending the day hiking is just the same to me.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Wander
April showers bring May flowers
April cries so May can be something beautiful. May thrives on April to cry, this can be taken in two different ways; I'm going to take this as sometimes things need to defrost and get ugly before it gets a chance to become something beautiful.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
Just a mintue. Content Warning.
They say it takes 7 minutes for you to die completely but what happens the minute before the beginning of the end? Today started just like every other day but different at the same time. You know how they say a dog will tell you when it’s time? This was that moment. The moment it was time for me to go. I started thinking about my life and what I accomplished- did I do everything I wanted- I needed?
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Fiction
