Julianne McKenna
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I write because my heart tells me to, I read because I love stories that make my eclectic soul happy. I'm a neurodivergent artist, book nerd, animal lover, traveller and free spirit. X: @JulesMcKenna13 Instagram: @theblingprincess
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Mimi And The Koi Pond
Looking out her window, holding a dirty paintbrush in her hand, Mimi watched as Tonka and Shovel, the cats owned by the facility gardener, amused themselves by chasing koi fish gliding along beneath the frozen pond ice. The easel Mimi was working at was positioned near the window so that she could take advantage of the natural light while painting. But she had stopped when a blur of orange, then grey, had dashed past her window, distracting her from her thoughts.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Effect
I have been imprisoned here for twenty-four hours. Wherever I am, I seem to be lost in a world that is heavy and claustrophobic. I can feel my surroundings pressing down on me, suffocating me, making me feel minute and irrelevant. There is no light, only the dark and moistness. A cloying underlying scent of dampness and fertilised soil pervades my entire being.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
Raising The Curtain On New York
When did this Aussie girl fall in love with New York? I have absolutely no idea, only that I have always felt like this, as long as I can remember. Why New York and not some other city? I cannot answer that either. In my lifetime, I have been fortunate to travel extensively, and while both Paris and Vancouver hold special places in my heart, it was always New York that was my ultimate dream destination.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Wander
Ice And Bones
The large pond sitting at the bottom of the sloping field, surrounded by weeping willows and an abundance of flowers in bloom, was the reason we agreed to purchase the house. It was the reason, I believe, our marriage survived when others fell by the wayside. It was our happy place, our sanctuary. The pond and the magic it created in our lives, is the reason I am telling this story today.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Tree of Justice
Let me tell you a tale about Mother Nature’s justice (or Gaia for those who are on more intimate terms). Unlike mankind’s justice system that can be manipulated and bribed, Mother Nature uses a much simpler method - the pear tree. She care’s not for your excuses, bribes, and shades of grey. You either did or did not do as accused. The pear tree will decide and deliver justice as deemed appropriate.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
Until Death Do Us Part
The antique store was filled with warm sunshine streaming through the front windows and reflecting off many of the shiny surfaces. The result was something that looked like a garden of rainbows had suddenly bloomed and taken over the confined space. Desiree smiled to herself, enjoying the beauty of this magical moment.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
The Other Ruby Slippers
Dorothy had an innate dislike of tornadoes, but trauma is trauma no matter how it is delivered, and you can't pick and choose when someone else is telling the fairytale. Or could you? Maybe that's where the entire story went wrong? What if someone had purposely chosen to turn her life upside down just for fun? She was starting to feel like her friend Alice who had fallen down a hole into darkness, or so she claimed!
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
Shattering The Pedestal
We have constantly been fed the myth that our parents will strive to do what is best for us, that they have our wellbeing as their priority. But what if this is a lie to make parents less accountable for their more destructive actions? This gives them an excuse to claim "I was trying my best, I only wanted to do what was best for you!" and to then be expected to be forgiven because it was in our best interest.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Humans
From Stardust We Are Born
Grey Paw, an Alaskan timber wolf, sat atop the rocky outcrop, looking at the dark and endless sky above, littered with scattered stars and ghostly silver clouds. His pups played nearby, rolling and growling in the dirt. Life was good, peaceful. Food was bountiful and hunting was easy. Having survived ten summers, he knew his time on this planet was coming to an end, and that he would greatly miss the beauty of this amazing and fascinating world.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
Tornado Tex And The Ice Queen
** Inspired by a true event. Names have been changed to protect the guilty ** It was a warm spring day when Tex, the longhorn bull, decided to make his arrival into the world. He didn’t arrive quietly, bellowing loudly from the moment he took his first breath of air. He had been warm and cozy before being unceremoniously pushed out and dumped on the cold, hard ground. He considered it downright rude and had no hesitation in letting the world know he wasn’t happy.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
Her Calling Card
The bullet was cold and smooth as she rolled it gently between her fingers. The to and fro motion soothed her nerves as she waited. Maricelle had learnt long ago to keep her breathing slow and her brain focused on the job at hand. The key to a successful hit had always been patience and calmness. Loading the bullet, she looked down the rifle's scope, placed her finger on the trigger, and waited.
By Julianne McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
