Rebecca Forrest
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26, she/her/hers. Writing is my creative outlet, but also I write to make people think, and to evoke emotion. Stories have connected us as humans for all of time, be they written or spoken, and I hope to help forge these connections.
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Lavender Rain
The end of time. For so long, humanity thought they knew what it would be. Perhaps it would come slowly, in Biblical plagues and wars. Maybe the modern ideas of Y2K or biological warfare would prevail to wipe us out. In the end though, we did it. “We ended ourselves.” Grace thought. She sighed and closed the heart-shaped locket and let it slip back into her shirt. She glanced up, tucking her short fall of nutmeg colored hair behind her ear and surveyed her surroundings. Built by time and dripping water, stalactites and stalagmites were picked out in the narrow beams of light from the pocked ceiling of the cave that had become her refuge for the last few nights. She had hoped to find water here. Some small pool left in this space so full of reminders that it had once dripped here for millennia.
By Rebecca Forrest5 years ago in Fiction
