Christina Nelson
Bio
I started writing when i was in the 3rd grade. That's when i discovered I had an overactive imagination. I'm currently trying to publish 2 books, hopefully I can improve my writing here before I hit the big leagues in writing.
Stories (14/0)
Entry: Heracleion
It's been a long time since I’ve been to this place. I miss the family. They made sure I made it out when the tragedy happened. To be more specific, my mother sent me on a mission. I was supposed to find this island. My sister called it the Island of the Moon, but mom referred to it as Mayda. It was shaped like the crescent moon I used to view with my mom and baby sister on certain nights. The best nights. My baby sister and I were the closest. Her name was Adrina. I like to think my mother sent them all away… us. Sent us all away. Of course, I was the first to leave, which was weird for me anyway. She told me “that island is where my sister is but she makes it disappear so often it’s so hard to keep up with her.” I believed her, most definitely, because why would she lie? Did she already have prior knowledge? Was there a vision? Did I miss the signs? Maybe I did. That’s one of the reasons I still come back here. The entire city sank and I wasn’t here to try to stop it. Our combined magics would have made a difference, I know it. Why didn’t she let me stay? I drive myself crazy with all of these questions but truthfully I can’t help it. What more is there to do when your entire world has been taken from you in an instant and you’re just here to wander the realm alone? I always come here though. There’s always a weird feeling that brings me to the water’s edge and I think to myself, just dive down and see what’s going on. I always think about it, but I never do it. Am I scared? Probably. Do I want to know what happened to my family? Absolutely. I freeze, and I get sweaty, I slowly start to panic, and then I just back away and leave. Why have I not left yet? I stand here writing to you but I have yet to put a single toe in the water. Today is the day though, I know it is. I’m really just deciding if I should take you. What if I get down there and there is nothing? I would have brought you along for nothing. But what if it’s something? It’s not going to be anything, the buildings, of course, already getting covered in sea moss and small water creatures. It’s not like you’d get wet. You’re covered in magic. I’m not too sure but I definitely just whispered that to you as I also wrote it down. Not sure, but that may have been strange. I’m just going to put you in my bag, and I’ll be right back. You’re going down there with me of course, but you’re just going in my bag so don’t worry.
By Christina Nelson 6 days ago in Fiction
Entry: Zerzura the City of Doves
I guess this is where my true journey begins. Maybe it was before this time. I’m never really sure. My memory has always been shifted and different. I lose myself after every kill I think—so many of them. I found a place to find myself though. An absolutely gorgeous place. The White City, better known as Zerzura. I, however, call it The City of Doves. There are so many of them around here and it was almost as if some of them were pets to the people that I’ve come to know. One little girl, in particular, her name is Suhana.
By Christina Nelson 14 days ago in Fiction
To Know Death
It was just another day. A day like every day. There she was. Sitting on that same bench, in that same spot. With that black laced umbrella and her small black book with no title. Her skin was so beautifully tan and even. she had ghost white hair and her eyes were a burning scarlet red. I've never seen eyes like hers. I always wondered if they were contacts but upon clearly seeing them today, they were not.
By Christina Nelson about a month ago in Fiction
Dancing with Shadows
My sister is going to be famous. She's going to be famous thanks to me. We found the Eastern Woodland People. Thought to be long gone, I mean they are ancient after all. If you never met my sister, you'd never know how obsessed she was with knowing everything that needed to be known about the indigenous people of North America.
By Christina Nelson 2 months ago in Horror
Love drips
Today is the day! I've been waiting for this day for so long. Valentine's Day is truly one of my favorite days. I went downstairs this morning and there were pink and red roses mixed with yellow and red tulips and two beautiful white stargazer lilies. Next to them was a card, a big box of chocolates and about 25 balloons. It was such a gorgeous sight honestly. But my biggest and best surprise was downstairs. I'd heard it for the past several days. I figured it was a puppy all the groaning, moaning and whining. The whispers to be quiet showed me that he really was trying to keep it a big secret.
By Christina Nelson 4 months ago in Fiction
Happy Death Day
This has been the craziest morning honestly. I need to get Kaila up for breakfast. She's in the 3rd grade. She loves her school and she has so many friends. I remember loving elementary school too, it wasn't really until I was a freshman in high school that I started to despise school. I think everyone feels that way about high school though. Well, at least most people.
By Christina Nelson 4 months ago in Horror
- Top Story - January 2024
The TriggerTop Story - January 2024
My parents, Marcus and Elly sat in the police station for hours. They answered questions, showed texts and calls. They had wallet pictures and missing posters on hand. They were frantic. I wasn't there, I was at home of course. But I saw them when they left.
By Christina Nelson 5 months ago in Horror
- Top Story - December 2023
In the night
It always happens. Late in the night. The same dream, over and over again. Always around 2:47 I'm in a house. I've never seen this house before but somehow I always end up here. I'm standing in the living room behind a man whose face I never see.
By Christina Nelson 8 months ago in Horror
- Top Story - October 2023
Dead Leaves...Top Story - October 2023
And so it was that I found her body on the ground. We were just out. We were just having a good time and laughing. Angel was the type of woman you truly wanted to be around. She was funny, she was encouraging and she was mesmerizing. She was all the things I wanted to be.
By Christina Nelson 8 months ago in Horror