Stranna Pearsa

Joined June 2021

28 stories

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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.

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Sweet Vengeance and Revenge
It didn’t matter that I’ve told him again and again that I am not a Captain, but a detective. He still insists on calling me Cap or Captain. Just like he insisted on being referred to as Dr. Josh. Which is neither his first nor his last name.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
A Theif in the Night
The wind pushed harder against the walls of the barn, as though it desperately wanted to upend it. The barn was big, but old. The cracks in the withered boards allowed much of the chilling air to blow right through to the other side.
By Stranna Pearsa5 years ago in Fiction
Reflected
When I was seven years old, I woke up in the middle of the night with the urge to use the bathroom. My parents kept a night light in the hallway for such occasions, and there was nothing unusual on the journey. Or even as I relieved myself.
By Stranna Pearsa5 years ago in Fiction
A Banshee's Scream
They thought magic was dead, and it led to the death of millions. Humans got used to the idea that they were the only beings in this reality. Anything else was subject to skepticism and categorized as superstition.
By Stranna Pearsa5 years ago in Fiction

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