Jennifer E Baker
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The Bull Above The Fireplace
Staring at him now I can’t imagine my life without him. He has been a big part of who I am for the past 22 years, since I was born. Now my heart aches thinking I wont see his wide and wonderful smile. The smile that over the years has never faded despite the lines forming around his lips. My heart aches knowing that things are going to be different now. Not just for me but also for my Grandma. Staring at him now I don’t want to imagine my life without him.
By Jennifer E Baker4 years ago in Fiction
The Garden Outside Of The Church
Day 74 Dear Diary, The storm is rolling in over the Rocky Mountains but I can’t see it. I have tried each window and have even stood on my tippy toes. But all I can see is the garden outside of the church. I know there is a storm coming because I can see the light darken around the petals of the Geraniums, and the stems of the Red Roses begin to sway in the breeze. I can also hear the thunder grow louder and the pine in the walls of the old church creak. But I can’t see the storm. I'll know when it starts to rain because the sound of rain drops will beat on the metal roof, and although I am in the basement the sound will be deafening. I will even see the droplets land on the glass of the basement window, then slide down to the dirt and gravel. But all I will see is the garden outside of the church.
By Jennifer E Baker4 years ago in Fiction
Captain Alice
Jeffery stood on the wooden desk chair swinging his plastic sword through the air. The room before him was the great ocean on which he sailed as the first mate on the S.S. Bala. His best friend and Captain of the ship, Alice, was on the other side of the room fighting off a one eyed pirate from the helm of her bed.
By Jennifer E Baker4 years ago in Fiction
Catori
Julie and Stephen drove down the dirt road off of the 93 towards a shabby old gas station. As they approached the building they saw how dilapidated the place really was, and were surprised to see a car parked in the back and the front door to the building propped open.
By Jennifer E Baker4 years ago in Fiction
The Light In The Garage
“Here we go again.” Kate thought to herself, pulling on her bathrobe and slippers. The clock read 1:22 a.m and her stomach was growling. The hunger pains were so intense around this time every night that it would wake her from her sleep and send her straight to the kitchen. She would try to fight it. Resisting the temptation to binge. But ultimately she gave in every time, and it was in fact binge eating. She would walk to the kitchen and clean out an entire box of Pop-tarts or whip up some instant mash potatoes and eat until she was burping food back into her mouth.
By Jennifer E Baker5 years ago in Fiction
