Taylor Isler
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I am a wife, mother, and nurse who love's to write fiction in my spare time.
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The Sun Always Follows the Storm
Traffic was steady on I-75 North. It was a brisk spring day in northern Michigan. Naomi was about thirty minutes from the Mackinaw bridge. This would be the entry way for her new life. The doorway open to be able find herself again, while the other shutting out the suffering of her past. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles started to swell. She couldn’t help thinking if she was making the right decision. Naomi was pandering the same thought the whole entire eight-hour trip. Is it worth to drop everything to start over again? And there it was, the bridge. As soon as she laid eyes on it, she knew it was her only hope for an escape.
By Taylor Isler5 years ago in Fiction
Forget Me Not
Part 1 Survived I remember waking up to loud blasts of what I thought was an intense thunderstorm. I peered over to my younger sister, Cora, and noticed she was still slumbering through the obnoxious booms. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, 2:43 A.M. I could still hear the rumbling, which was getting closer. I slid out of bed and drew back the curtains, it was pitch black. “Hm”, I said aloud. It must have just been the tail end of a storm. I crawled back into my assortment of blankets and closed my eyes. I started to drift off when suddenly, BOOM! My body was thrown from my bed, ringing started in my ears. I could hardly see through the rummage the enormous shake had caused. I could hardly hear Cora screaming over the ringing sensation. Dad rushed through our doorway, first picking Cora over his shoulder and then me. “Shhh Cora, we’re going to the basement.”
By Taylor Isler5 years ago in Fiction
