Adriana Covic
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I'm an avid traveller, lover of good food and a huge fan of cats.
This is me. This is the stuff I write.
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Stories (6/0)
Was it just a dream?
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was unsettling, to say the least, as I stood in front of it trying to fix my hair before heading out to an important meeting. Instead of seeing my own reflection, I saw a woman with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes staring back at me. She looked like she was in pain, and her expression was so vivid that it almost seemed like she was standing right behind me.
By Adriana Covicabout a year ago in Fiction
Fading in the Woods.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. It didn’t matter where you were in our sleepy little town of Lansdowne, you could always see the Alden family’s old cabin on top of the cliff. In the summertime, it was harder to see behind the canopy of trees; between all the different shades of green that littered the different edges of the cliff. The trees gnarled and twisted all the way up. In the winter, with the trees bare — you could see it more clearly, sitting on top of the jagged rocks. It was a small traditional log cabin. A partial veranda wrapped around the right side of the cabin, while a stone chimney jutted out to the left side. It had large, lonely windows that glared down at all of us.
By Adriana Covic2 years ago in Fiction
