Abigail Spring
Bio
YHWH first and foremost.
I have always loved coming up with stories but haven’t been the best writer. I love doing other hobbies such as playing my violin, painting birds, and adventuring with my husband. 💚
Stories (12/0)
This Is It
“The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room.” who knew the dust could listen so well? The air is thin and hot, my lips are chipped and cracked like the paint on the desolate walls around me. The house holds its breath. It has echoes of a past life that plays on repeat through the pictures strewn precariously throughout.
By Abigail Springabout a year ago in Fiction
Spiro
I could sense her at the start of it all, before I knew of anything else. She was kind and full of hope. I could tell her soul was pure and true. I felt safe in the presence. There was another I could sense too, he was like me. He too was new to everything and this existence we both shared. I was not yet ready to see more and neither was he.
By Abigail Spring2 years ago in Fiction
The last family member
I haven’t had a fur friend to call my own growing up. I do now, yes I finally caved and got myself not one but two kittens but this story isn’t about those two maniacs. This story goes back 5 years ago, when I started working at an animal hospital.
By Abigail Spring2 years ago in Petlife
Endangered
The air is sucked out of my lungs and it doesn’t feel enough to simply breathe anymore. “No.” I whisper in a half daze. “No this….this isn’t…I’m sorry, you have me confused with someone else.” His face falls and I have never seen someone’s eyes reflect the hardness of diamond quite the way his are currently showing now. It’s oddly mesmerizing and I can’t help but gaze into them.
By Abigail Spring2 years ago in Fiction
The Endangered
The train walls just kept rattling. My head leaned against the train window, my eyes flickering from tree to passing tree. My slowing breath fogging up the window with each shaky exhale. I could hear my pulse thrumming rapidly in my ears. With my best efforts I pull a bored face hoping beyond all measure that I pull it off.
By Abigail Spring2 years ago in Fiction
Crash
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." It had been an interesting headline in the newsletter a few weeks ago. One that a person would pause at to read then carry on to the next interesting headline. Being an officer I had just assumed it was some rampant teenager who broke into the place just to mess with people. There had been an older couple about two years back that had lived in the place but they had both been pronounced dead leaving the house vacant. The wife had passed and the husband passed about a month later in his grief according to officer Frank Bennent. He always said it was a pretty gruesome case to handle. I can only imagine what it had to be like. Anytime the newsletter story was brought up his face would become gaunt looking. He would gaze off looking at some hidden traumatic memory playing behind his hard eyes. I would feel sorry for him, no one should have to witness such a tragic sorrow. It really makes one think about their life.
By Abigail Spring2 years ago in Horror
