B. Celestine
Bio
”There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.” - Maya Angelou
Stories (2/0)
17 at Midnight
It’s 5:30 am and Anise’s body is wrapped in silk sheets, snuggled beneath a dark floral duvet. She hears the rain pattering against the large top floor windows of her family's five story brownstone. Slowly, Anise opens her eyes as a drop of water falls on her bottom lip, startling her wide awake. She looks up worried there is a leak in the roof. She quickly notices that all of the ivy covering the walls appear dewy, as if rain had fallen inside her bedroom. Anise slowly rises and climbs out of bed. She stands up facing the open window located above her favorite spot in the house. A dark quaint reading nook upholstered in velvet. Everything around her fades, almost disappearing and she hears a man humming a familiar song just outside her window. She slowly walks towards the sound, an investigation to see who could hum so softly yet thunderously at the same time. Before she can reach the open window the wind blows so hard that rain water pinches her skin. As the wind grows, so does the humming. Anise quickly reaches the reading nook and kneels on the soft velvet to close the window.
By B. Celestine 4 months ago in Fiction
Mulberry Manor
“Lawrence please!” Mabel shrieks as her bloodied hand grips the stone doorway. She backs away from the side porch of the lake house. “I’m not leavin, I promise. Please. I love you.” Mabel looks into Lawrence’s eyes, desperately searching for the relief of mercy. Upon realising he had none, her eyes widen in undeniable fear. She staggers back further from the light of the stone way. Her silhouette disappears into the fog of the night as Lawrence drunkenly stumbles from the house, into the light of the porch. With gritted rage seeping through his clenched teeth, He answers.
By B. Celestine 7 months ago in Fiction
