Antoinette L Brey
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Just a Girl
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Anna stood in the door of her hut peering out into the naked square. Before the coming of the dragons, the village had been guarded by a herd of flying painted ponies. At night the elders would tell stories of them. Her Pa still had sculptures of them. She was not allowed to touch them. They were idols. It was rumored that one day they would return. They would be ridden in by a band of fairies. Anna had never seen a fairy neither had her Pa. Anna had asked all the elders, they all had hope, but none of them had seen a fairy or a painted pony.
By Antoinette L Brey2 days ago in Fiction
She rode for Freedom
She put the horse in a gallop, usually rode at a slow trot, but this morning she felt a sense of freedom. A smile finally crept onto her face. No facade just the real her. The happy free woman. And yes after last night she was free. She had cried at the time, but this morning all the sorrow had faded.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a month ago in Fiction
Why the Titanic
Jenny approached the modern ship with timid steps. In her mind it did not look unsinkable. It looked like a jail for a five year old. They were about to walk through the only entrance and exit. Her mother had brushed Jenny's hair until jenny's head hurt, and inspected Jenny's look numerous times. Now walking onto the boat Jenny couldn't help but wonder why the fuss over their appearance. None of her school friends were here, in fact she didn't even see anybody around her age. She looked down at her patent leather shoes. These shoes always forecast an upcoming bad event. She couldn't help wondering who the show was for. She shrunk in her body as they entered the ship.
By Antoinette L Brey2 months ago in Fiction
A Maiden's Dream
It was a boat of dreams. All the prime members of society were waiting to proceed onto the ship. Sara was excited. She would not be relaxing on the deck or listening to the modern jazz while sipping her coffee. She had already been on the boat for the past few hours. The stair rails now shined, the grand hall looked perfect. She knew that the guests would be able to see their reflections in the glow of the silver and china. Sara was expecting this to be her most exacting waitressing, and cleaning job yet. She stood by the boat entrance as the high society passengers entered. Sara knew the role, she smiled and stood still like an obedient servant.
By Antoinette L Brey2 months ago in Fiction
