Angela Ebell-Solomon
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I'm a writer
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Stories (3/0)
Higher Altitudes
My name is Rae, and when I was 19 years old, I traveled to Himachal Pradesh to trek the borders of Pakistan, China, & Nepal. Between hikes, our driver, Hanji, drove us between drop off and pick up points; he was our guide while we were in India. I traveled with three companions; one older indian man, one older indian woman, and an older caucasian woman. I was young, blonde, beautiful, and adventurous. I was offered the opportunity to make a documentary while trekking the borders of India, and I just jumped at the chance without thinking of the dangers these regions have; Human Trafficking, rape, & extreme racism against white people. In some areas, I was treated like a white famous supermodel; everyone wanted to talk to me, take pictures with me, touch my curly long blonde hair and white pasty skin... others pulled me out of our trekking vehicle, stripped me down to nearly nothing, dumped out all of my camera equipment and pointed guns at my head. The Pakistan border was not a fun zone to travel through for me.
By Angela Ebell-Solomon3 years ago in Wander
Marnie and Jack
The fields beyond the wall grow barren and grim as the years continue forward on their path towards extinction. Jack and I have been walking the border for weeks, hoping to find a new source of water to settle down by until the next raid. He's the only thing I trust in this world, Jack is; I found him a few years ago, starving beneath a willow tree after the Cascades attacked through the Eastern gates. They beat this poor puppy and left him chained to the willow's trunk, whimpering and alone. It was easy to name this grateful boy, Happy Jack, for his enthusiasm to heal was extraordinary. He's my life now, and I am his.
By Angela Ebell-Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
The Almighty Hand
Blinded by the flashing and ever circling lights, I paused for a moment just before the ante to take a second look at my cards. Unfortunately sunglasses don’t always hide the twitch in the right eye of the enormous man sitting beside me. I threw in my ante.
By Angela Ebell-Solomon3 years ago in Viva