Wren

Joined June 2021

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Life has shaped me, but I’ve stayed true to who I am, steady and deliberate. Growing up on the back forty, I didn’t just live life, I soaked it in. Now, I carry those stories with me, always creating, always writing.

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Back 40: The Queen’s Call
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though I was only nine. The water twisted and curled up its own length, as if trying to swallow itself, and we just stared. Standing on the tallest mound of fresh dirt, I looked over my kingdom, the “Back 40,” as we called it, sprawled out behind our family’s woods and field, with Grayson beside me and Forest just below, clutching his bamboo spear. There was no mistaking it: something had changed.
By Wrenabout a year ago in Chapters
Closure to the Ominous
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. And there was only one thought: the moon just swallowed the sun. The door had been sealed like the sun’s fate, by something older than fear. The cold oak floor stretched before me, smooth and unyielding. Each step felt heavier, as though the wood itself dared me to break that command. Its chill seeped into my bones, pulling me closer to the ominous.
By Wrenabout a year ago in Fiction
In the Silence of Deception
I never meant to follow him at first. Dom was just a story, a fleeting enigma that piqued my curiosity. My work as a journalist demanded objectivity, the cold, hard truth stripped of feeling. But with Dom, it was different. He intrigued me. His face was plastered across the papers, a name whispered in fearful circles, yet the man I saw at the corner of 5th and Park Avenue sipping his coffee seemed far too ordinary to be the monster the world believed him to be. I watched from across the street, curious at how someone could blend in so seamlessly. How could they not see it wasn’t him? It couldn’t be.
By Wrenabout a year ago in Criminal
The Wraith
In the heart of New Orleans, Nathaniel Cross was a forensic pathologist obsessed with understanding death. Raised by a mother steeped in Voodoo traditions, he balanced science with the mystical, but tragedy struck when his fiancée, CiCi, was murdered by a corrupt syndicate. Her death pushed Nathaniel to the brink of madness, leading him to desperate measures.
By Wrenabout a year ago in Fiction
Swamp Cowboys
Growing up on the muddy banks of the bayou in Louisiana, my brothers and I knew the creeks and swamps better than we knew the back of our own hands. Miles, Monty, and I, Murphy, were practically born in the marsh, and we spent every free moment exploring its murky depths.
By Wrenabout a year ago in Fiction
The River Took Him: In Memory of Jiminy
I am running barefoot down a river creek bed, my small feet stumbling over the sharp stones that cut into my soles. The river outpaces me, its roar a taunting reminder of my helplessness. Sweat and tears blur my vision, burning my eyes with a stinging intensity. My throat is raw from gasping breaths, each inhale a searing pain. My tiny legs struggle to keep up, each step a jolt of agony. My heart is a relentless drumbeat, frantic and furious, pounding in my chest as if it might burst out or explode within me. The urgency claws at me, an unseen force driving me forward through the chaos and fear, but I am always just a step too slow, always falling behind. As a five-year-old boy, I am consumed by terror and desperation, chasing a fleeting hope. I can't catch up.
By Wren2 years ago in Journal
Defiance to Fate
In the dimly lit hospital room, the air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic, mingling with the faint aroma of wilting flowers. Knox lay still upon the crisp white sheets, his form a stark contrast against the sterile surroundings. Tubes and wires snaked across his body like lifelines, tethering him to the machines that hummed softly in the background, their rhythmic beeps serving as a stern reminder of his tenuous hold on life.
By Wren2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Yggdrasil
Dr. Benjamin P. L’Airé stood at the front of the submarine, his tall, masculine figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the control panel. His piercing green eyes, framed by a tangle of unruly tawny blonde hair, were alight with excitement as he peered out through the thick glass viewport. Beside him, Dr. Vivian Élise Chantelle, his fiancée and the team's veterinarian, offered a reassuring smile, her dark hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders. The rest of the team buzzed with anticipation, their excitement palpable in the cramped confines of the vessel.
By Wren2 years ago in Fiction
Searching Her, Finding Me
As I stumbled upon the abandoned journal tucked away in the corner of the couch, its weathered cover whispered tales of secrets held within its pages. Curiosity danced in my mind as I flipped through its worn sheets, intending only to discover its owner. Little did I know, I was about to embark on an intimate trek through the complexities of love.
By Wren2 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of a Fracture
Ache within, a somber melody starts, Bleeding echoes of shattered hearts. Cracks appear in love's fragile art, Dusk descends on a world torn apart.
By Wren2 years ago in Poets
Veil of Winter
In a world blanketed in the pristine beauty of snow, Little Drew, a spirited adventurer with a heart full of curiosity, yearned for the secrets that lay beyond the horizon. His small town nestled between snow-covered mountains, and Drew would often dream of the untouched wonders concealed in the icy wilderness.
By Wren2 years ago in Fiction
Sonnets of the Soul
In the realm of creativity, I am not just a storyteller; I am a conductor orchestrating a symphony of laughter, mystery, and camaraderie. As the 200th challenge unfurls, the dance with words continues, and the aspirations for 2024 become not just a set of goals but a captivating narrative, a tale told in the language of creativity. And in this dance, in this symphony of storytelling, I find not just a resolution for the year but an invitation to immerse myself in the ever-evolving, ever-inspiring world of Vocal.
By Wren2 years ago in Writers

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Back 40: The Queen’s Call

Closure to the Ominous

In the Silence of Deception

The Wraith

Swamp Cowboys

The River Took Him: In Memory of Jiminy

Defiance to Fate

Whispers of Yggdrasil

Searching Her, Finding Me

Echoes of a Fracture

Veil of Winter

Sonnets of the Soul

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