Ann Silvers
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Stories (10/0)
Unbound
The sun had long since set, but Amelia still sat on the weathered porch swing, her gaze fixed on the distant treeline. The quiet hum of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves were the only sounds that broke the oppressive silence that had enveloped the old farmhouse.
By Ann Silvers 7 days ago in Fiction
Comfort in Solitude
Charissa sat quietly in her favorite armchair, gazing out the window at the rain gently falling on the overgrown garden. At 82 years old, she had grown accustomed to the solitude that filled her small cottage, but there were still days when the loneliness threatened to overwhelm her.
By Ann Silvers 7 days ago in Humans
Her Worst Nightmare
Her Worst Nightmare June stared out the window of the taxi, watching the city blur by as they sped towards the hospital. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mind racing with a million thoughts. This couldn't be happening, not to her. This was her worst nightmare come true.
By Ann Silvers 11 days ago in Fiction
Stained Glass Masquerade
Stained Glass Masquerade Throughout everyday life, we frequently end up wearing covers, building elaborate exteriors to present to the world. We shroud our actual selves in layers of elaborate outfits and cautiously arranged ways of behaving, projecting a picture that might look similar to the individual underneath. This "stained glass disguise" so to speak, fills in for of covering our weaknesses, fears, and imperfections - protecting us from the cruel decisions of others and, at times, even our own brutal self-evaluations.
By Ann Silvers 11 days ago in Humans