Alaia Shannon
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Stories (4/0)
Christmas Traditions
Winter was always the most beautiful season, in Avery's opinion. The icicles like sharp knives appear on trees, cars, and houses. The white snow covered everything in sight, glistening in the snow and just so pretty. All the kids laughing and throwing snow at one another, building snowmen and creating angels on the ground. A nice cup of cocoa to warm your frozen hands as you curled up in front of the fireplace and listened to stories of past winters that your parents shared. Skating on the frozen pond only a few yards from home.
By Alaia Shannon3 years ago in Families
Childhood Memories
The old barn had always been something that interested little Maryann Hunters. She was fascinated by the old red wood that was peeling in multiple spots, at the doors that hung precariously on their hinges, by the setting sun behind it, lighting up the barn and making it look like it was glowing. She was only 5, the first time she saw it, and while everyone else in her family commented that it should probably be torn down before it fell on its on, Maryann could only find it the most beautiful thing in the world.
By Alaia Shannon3 years ago in Fiction
I Miss You
The sky, for once, looked beautiful, and Alessa couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the sick irony of it being that way. It was pink, purple, orange, blue, and so many more colors that she hadn't seen since the war started. And, of course, the day the sky decided to be pretty again was the day she would die.
By Alaia Shannon3 years ago in Fiction