A.N.Tipton
Bio
I am a Writer, a Lover of Books, a Mother & an Usui Reiki Master who loves to read & write & all things Universal. Words move me, inform me, inspire me.
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© 2023 A. N. Tipton
Stories (39/0)
Say Hello To My Little Friends
My love for books started at an early age. I remember my parents reading bedtime stories to me at night as part of our bedtime routine. I grew up in the Eighties (cough, cough) and we didn’t have much, but we did have children’s books. Remarkably, I still have some of those books today, the ones I loved. Looking at the copyright on some of these books now, I get the sense that a lot of them might have been passed down. They are little treasures from my past. They remind me of simpler times and of hope. Of feeling safe and loved. Of discovering new worlds through words and pictures. Of precious times where I had the total attention of my parents.
By A.N.Tipton2 years ago in Families
The Awakened
I hunched behind the abandoned car, not daring to move a muscle. I focused hard at the dark, shadowed corner where I knew Jarrod hid. The coldness seeped into my lungs as I inhaled the night air, chest moving in a calm and controlled rhythm, soundless. When the coldness came, they came. A glint of metal flashed as Jarrod shifted. My heart paused, hoping against all hope, they hadn’t seen it. My energy field wanted to lash out, protect itself from their coldness. Instead, I pulled it into my center and locked it away in that secret place inside. They could sense any emotion. They fed from it, after all.
By A.N.Tipton2 years ago in Fiction
It's The End Of The World
Anya looked over at her younger brother, Jude, as he slept. A small shiver of moonlight lent enough light to dimly see his face. Dirt marred his peaceful cheeks, highlighting how innocent he looked. He was only ten years old, and may the Forgotten Gods help her, because she struggled trying to keep him innocent in the desolate world they now inhabited. It was an impossible feat these days. They say that disaster brought out the good in people, the coming together in community. Anya wondered where those people were right now?
By A.N.Tipton2 years ago in Fiction
