Abigail Brokaw
Stories (8/0)
Anthozoa
I remember the first day of 2nd grade like it was yesterday. My family and I had just moved to Florida because of my dad’s job. New school. New kids. New life. I was nervous, shy, and naïve about the world around me. But as soon as I stepped into Mrs. Motts’ room, my uncertainty was quickly replaced with curiosity.
By Abigail Brokaw2 years ago in Earth
Sa Ki Mal
Living in the swamp has its magic and spooks. The magic is when the frogs gently croak at night while fireflies mimic the starry night sky, lighting your way to wherever you want to go. The spooks was when the swamp moss on the trees got so thick sometimes, that at night you’d swear a witches hand was grabbing at you from the earth.
By Abigail Brokaw3 years ago in Horror
Duat
Dark. Black. Beautiful. I’d never seen stars like this in my life. Well I guess I take that back; I’ve seen plenty of night skies like this in movies, magazines, perhaps even in my dreams. But this was some real-life stuff. The sky was the blackest black I’d ever witnessed, with thousands of bright twinkling stars that only my measly human eye could pick up on. I was laying in the soft harsh sand and I was freezing. But freezing didn’t really matter – I was going to die soon anyways. I squished the sand between my fingers. I guess this was a good way to die. The Sahara Desert would consume me, and I’d always be carried in her belly as a late-night snack. Maybe millions of years from now, an archaeologist would dig me up and frown in disappointment at my fossilized bones. Only human.
By Abigail Brokaw3 years ago in Horror
Big Blue Sky
Mr. Swanson is a mean old guy. He’s always screamin’ at me for dancin’ in my own front yard. I ran inside and told momma; surely, she’d do somethin’ about it. But she had the nerve to giggle and say, “It builds character to deal with these kinds’a things.” So, in a roundabout way, momma gave me permission - to deal with things.
By Abigail Brokaw3 years ago in Fiction