Paige Loreen
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Just recently started writing short stories, I always loved writing but I never tried to write my own stories and I found that I have an AWESOME imagination! right now im only writing short stories mostly fantacy fiction hope you enjoy:)
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P.s. I Love You
P.s. I Love You By. Paige Haynes What is love? That’s the real question isn’t it, the one word that has a million different definitions. If you walk down the street and ask 10 different people, what is love? Some will say love is a choice, some say love is the feeling of being completely in awe of someone, some believe love is finding your soulmate, some believe love is attraction and desire and some believe its pain and unforgiving.
By Paige Loreen4 years ago in Poets
The Forest
The forest calls to me. As a child i’d wonder through the woods, walk barefoot in the stream pretending it was my home and the trees were my home. Id mosey about picking fresh Blueberries and strawberries, walk through the muck at the edge of the pond, enjoying the mud between my toes and watching the little water bug gracefully gliding across the water, catching frogs and salamanders and small fish I would imagine I was a woodland fairy born in the wrong time. I grew and grew and as an adult the forest calls my name telling me to come home.
By Paige Loreen4 years ago in Fiction
The Sun's Moon
The Sun’s Moon Long ago Before The Universe, Before Man Kind, Before the stars and planets before the moon and the stars, there was only peaceful darkness, and one small light glowing in the vast emptiness. small yet burning the light grew and grew slowly expanding throughout space and time until the light slowly started to flicker, long ribbons of golden lace twisting and intertwining in circular motions turning solid shades of blues and greens in spots until the once small flickering light became whole, solid, and covered in vast blue seas, lagoons, waterfalls, rivers, GIGANTIC beautiful trees, billions of different colored flowers, gardens of fruits, beautiful meadows, and a Mystical Garden sitting Atop an exquisite breathtaking waterfall with vibrant multicolored flower laced vines cascading down the sparkling water and braiding through the thick soft garden floors and intertwining with the trees surrounding the garden. In the mystical garden blossoming and consuming the light that she once lived as, Ophelia took her first steps admiring her first child, her first creation, Ascillia.
By Paige Loreen4 years ago in Fiction
