Stephanie Hoogstad
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With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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The Fire-Starter
Bodaway stared down at his hands as the wheels of the bus turned rhythmically beneath him. None of the other passengers dared to look at him directly, but he knew that they watched him out of the corner of their eyes. They did not talk about him—out loud, at least—but they didn’t have to. Bodaway knew what they thought about what he did. They were the same thoughts that he had.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Longest Minute. Top Story - April 2024. Content Warning.
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
The Guardians. Top Story - April 2024.
“Where are they?” “They swore to protect us!” “Who even saw them last?” Wind carried the chatter from tree to tree as the Great Everlasting Council gathered to discuss the latest round of forest fires. Even some of the local wildlife had dropped in to listen to the grand pines converse.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
La Belle Fatale, Part Two
Author’s Note: This story is a sequel to the story “La Belle Fatale”. For the first part, follow this link below: Leaves crunched beneath hooves as the winged horse landed in the clearing. Atop the winged horse sat The Belle, adorned in her peasant’s garb, leather riding gloves, and a mud-brown cloak. Before them stretched a fork in the road, one path leading towards the town and the other towards King Adam’s castle.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
La Belle Fatale
The Belle stood proudly as they led her to the Beast’s chambers. She glanced around at the decrepit castle, with its mold-covered buttresses and draping spiderwebs. She wondered how long it had been since someone had been brought in to clean—and what kind of monster could live in these crumbling ruins.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
