Fantasy
Update: The Concession Stand Calls
UPDATE: The phone rang today… but this time, it wasn’t just the boy on the line. So, I wasn’t planning on updating because, honestly, I thought people would call BS, but a bunch of you asked for more details. And then something happened today that I can’t keep to myself.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Maiden & The Selkie King
The waves crashed lazily against the shoreline as Bridgett stared into the diamond water. Her bright hair whipped around like a blazing fire in the wind. The allure of the water and the impatience for her father’s return kept her sitting on the water’s edge for hours at a time. She counted the bobbing heads of dolphins and seals, noting the differences in their color and shapes. She thought about the stories her father told her about mermaids and sea monsters. Such grand adventures he had! She wanted to be a part of them and share in the adventures of such creatures. She’d often let her mind wander far off into the sea, where creatures would bring her in on dangerous adventures, or she would find her one true love. In her mind, she willed these stories to be true. She dreamed desperately of a time when she could join her father on sea voyages.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Realm Jumper
The air was musky and hot in the depths of the wild jungle. I momentarily wondered how she could stand it out here. The soft gravel and dried leaves crunched in a poetic, steady sound: crunch, crunch, crunch. I took a deep breath and smelled the familiar smells of local flowers, warmth through the trees, and, as expected: the smells of a witch.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Photo Jumper
Summer 1985. Walking the short path over the freeway. The sun is evoking sweat out of my pores. I can feel it soaking the creases of my rolled-up sleeves. There’s a new hole in my sneakers, which I’m almost grateful for. At least my left foot has space to breathe. This is still one of my favorite moments. I breathe in the sweltering summer air once more before pulling out of the photo.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
