Autumn Rehbein
Bio
I love to write stories that captivate me and hopefully you guys too. This is my first time ever having anything published and I am always appreciative of feedback. While I do consider fantasy to be my favorite, I write what inspires me.
Stories (4/0)
The Beach
Early morning light fell on the water like a soft blanket, illuminating the waves in brilliant, pale blue. The cool scent of fresh salt and low tide filled Charlie’s lungs as he knelt on the shore, hair whipping in the wind. White sand shifted smoothly beneath his sneakers as he steadied the camera in his cold hands. The waves crashing against the shore had set a steady heartbeat in his ears, only ever interrupted by rough gusts of wind that slapped across his rosy cheeks and billowed through his clothing. Charlie realigned his position as he admired the view before him. The solid dark blue lines of the battered old rollercoaster stood clear and defined against the rippling waves of the New Jersey coastline. It loomed eerily, casting a long shadow. Charlie couldn’t help but picture the ride as it used to be. An endless chorus of energized screaming rang through his head. He too, had been one of the young adventurers that had enjoyed riding the attraction. He remembered having so much fun that day. His sister had finally told him ‘enough’, after he had made her ride it for the seventeenth time. Charlie smiled to himself. It was almost sad, seeing the coaster in its current state. It was like a part of his childhood had died. Its life had been drained away as it sat isolated along the water, abused viciously by the elements. Color had faded from its rails and was replaced, as the metal rusted over in uneven reds and browns. Waves sloshed around the base of the pier as it groaned against the movement of the wind and tides. Charlie’s finger twitched as he captured the perfect image of a seagull as it landed and perched itself on top of the twisting track closest to the beach.
By Autumn Rehbein2 years ago in Fiction
Myths and Legends
There weren't always dragons in the Valley... Then again, maybe there were, and we simply exist without the capacity to see such magic. Perhaps humans are far too ordinary. For as long as I can remember, dragons were nothing more than mere myths. Legends. Meant to be monsters of imagination. Stories to be told around a campfire. They were symbols of fantasy and folklore that never strayed too far from a terrified princess, a noble knight, or a pile of treasure.
By Autumn Rehbein2 years ago in Fiction
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