Stranna Pearsa
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A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
Stories (28)
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I had this dream once. It started out so odd, well, it became odd early on. But it began as a familiar reoccurring nightmare. Running through a dark forest, branches catching at my clothes, vines with thorns scratching at my face and all other exposed flesh. Trying to follow an obscure path that may not exist in a few places.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
Game Over
Heaven is often described as that peaceful, cloud filled expanse of sky. Where all souls exist in harmony. No starvation, no poverty, no crime, no intolerance, no needs going unmet. This depiction has inspired so many priceless works of art. It became a desire so strong that people will spend their lives doing everything they think they have to, to gain access to it.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
Broken Cage
Ferdinand the Bull was my favorite book as a child. Not because I liked the story. But because when I was five years old The Ferdinand, the actual bull, nuzzled my hand. I sat with a group of similar aged children in a back room of the town library, while the librarian read it aloud. In a flash of glittery light, he leapt from the pages…literally.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
Wilted
“The girl is not going! It is no place for a child!” Father yells. My father never yells, certainly not at my mother. “Come now Percy, you are being ridiculous. The Pattersons and Adams plan on taking their children. It will be a lovely chance for her to socialize,” Mother replies as if the matter were settled.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
More Than a Glimpse
You sought me out. So, I’ll tell you what happened. Despite your curiosity the likelihood that you’ll believe me is slim. I’m not sure where to start this story. Should I start with what drove me to the ocean? Or perhaps why a dentist decided the underwater depths were something I wanted to see for myself.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
