Stephanie Hall
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Slowly getting back into writing, still trying to actually finish a story and feel good about it.
Stories (5)
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Every Day
My love Abigail, We first met back in grade school, you wearing a pretty pink frock, while I wore my cowboy hat and worn jeans, my boots scuffed from the daily chores. We were only eight, but I remember the day you came up to me and introduced yourself, that smile so wide it almost seemed like your face would split in two, your forest green eyes shining like emeralds in the sunlight. The two braids, a muddy brown colour, were set tightly down the sides of your head. You made it your mission to be friends, and I am profoundly grateful you did.
By Stephanie Hall11 months ago in History
His New Friend
Since I was three months old, my parents haven’t been together. I don’t know why dad left, nor will mum tell the truth. I know my family is big, bigger than people realize. Dad was kicked out of home for getting Mum pregnant, they both lost their jobs, Dad found his way to Nan-Nan and Pop-Pop; who took Dad in; and Dad stayed with them for years.
By Stephanie Hall5 years ago in Confessions
Fire Within
“Ma’am, we need you to step back!” “Building is under lockdown.” “They have a gun!” I could the fire within me burning as I looked frantically around for someone, anyone, to tell me what happened and who was involved. Spying Dale off to the side, I pushed my way through, grabbing him by the shoulder.
By Stephanie Hall5 years ago in Futurism
Fate
Twenty-eighteen, the year everything started to go down hill for me. I was getting less and less hours at work, I felt alone despite being around friends and family, I lost passions such as writing for a long period of time and I was struggling to pay my bills. Applying for a job I really didn't want; and with my parents on my case about money; I got a casual position working in fast food.
By Stephanie Hall5 years ago in Motivation
