Stacey Price
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Has lived a life of struggles and hardships while also experiencing love, magic, and adventure... all the key ingredients for a hopeless dreamer and author. Currently a devoted wife and mother of five in a cozy little North Carolina town.
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The Adventures of Thomas Banks
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Coincidentally, in space there are many reasons a person would want to scream. The things we know are unsettling, to say the least. Perhaps the most rattling knowledge is that space exists within a void. Matter, as we know it, is not present but in fact, the opposite of matter lurks within, paying no mind to the laws of physics or theories of time and space. However, the most scream-inducing nightmares are not made of the things we know. They are made of the unknown, the undiscovered terrors that could be waiting just around the corner of human exploration.
By Stacey Price3 years ago in Fiction
Fortsworth
Chapter One: A Fitting Revenge Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say... Jenkins, the prison guard at Fortsworth Maximum Security Prison, would say that damn near every day. He was a real space nut, and me and the guys on block four really got a kick out of that. My cellmate, Rudy Two, had a thing where he'd ask Jenkins a "space" question, and he'd ramble an answer for thirty minutes before noticing our poorly stifled chuckles and "get a load of this guy" grins. Jenkins would fall for it every time. He'd get so mad his pudgy cheeks would jiggle, and his whole face would turn red as a beet. Then he’d spout off about not appreciating knowledge, or anything else for that matter, and he'd claim that's why we ended up there in the first place.
By Stacey Price3 years ago in Fiction
Are You Out There?
I woke up in a dream once, either mine or someone else's... I wonder if it was yours. I opened my eyes to see a breathtaking sky, pink and golden and endless. The blades of soft, green grass tickled my fingertips and my toes. I sat up to find myself in a field of dew sparkled flowers, and just beyond the horizon, a tall, glittering forest. I stood up and looked down at my bare feet. "How small," I whispered, and then noticed the same about my arms and hands as I stretched them out before me. I started walking toward the forest, and soon thereafter, I stepped in a small puddle. Startled, I withdrew my foot from the cool water, and watched as it calmed itself. I was shocked as my reflection revealed, not the grown woman I am now, but the small child I was so many years ago. "Wow," I whispered, and then "Wow!" again louder, as if the child's voice escaping from my lips would confirm that my body had indeed, somehow, reverted in time. Excitement took hold of me. I looked back to the horizon and like a streak of wind, I bolted for the forest ahead.
By Stacey Price5 years ago in Psyche
