Abigail Penhallegon
Bio
I'm an aspiring novelist. I've started many stories and just recently become more confident in my abilities due to the encouragement of great friends and teachers. I'd like to spread joy through my writing, so prepare for happy endings. :)
Stories (46/0)
The Offering
When he found the child, he wondered if it had died. There had been no screaming nor crying nor movement that had drawn him to it, and it lay still, wrapped in a tiny swath of rough fabric. He stared at it, himself still as a statue, for several long moments.
By Abigail Penhallegonabout a year ago in Fiction
Guess What? I Love You.
When I was about 9 years old, I made my way through a school gym toward a DJ. The plethora of colored lines that were melded into the rubbery flooring, usually so prominent for sporting events and gym classes, had faded in the dimmer lighting and shadows that accompany a school dance.
By Abigail Penhallegon2 years ago in Confessions
Full of Summer
Smoke fills the air. It seems to follow you, even as you move to escape it. You cough and rub your eyes, feeling the sting of the residue from the burning wood. The smell is actually wonderful, all pine and that unidentifiable snap-crackle of summer nights. It’s not so enjoyable, though, when it’s making your eyes run and you can’t even wipe the tears away because of the long, thin piece of metal in your hand.
By Abigail Penhallegon2 years ago in Humans
The Dragon's Curse
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They survive best in hot, dry places, with the sun beating down on them and only a rare sprinkling of water to keep them alive. Too much shade, too much water, and they bloat and mush, becoming useless to anyone.”
By Abigail Penhallegon2 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Bones
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. In fact, if I’m going to be perfectly honest, there still aren’t. I just have always thought that would be an epic first line to an epic fantasy; There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Notice that “Valley” is capitalized. That’s because, around here, there’s really only one. This is it. The one valley. The Valley.
By Abigail Penhallegon2 years ago in Fiction