Beatriz Magana
Bio
I now have time to dive into the one love that has never changed over the years; writing.
Stories (4/0)
Vanished Memories
That Night Watching from her bedroom window, wrapped in a warm knitted blanket, Margo McFey sat at the edge of her recliner, as she waited with apprehension for the storm that was about to sweep over her farm. She watched as the pattern of winds blew the clouds across the sky only to be covered by darkness that concealed the moons silvery streak.
By Beatriz Magana2 years ago in Fiction
Firmly But Gently
This past Fourth of July weekend, I spent some time in my grandparent’s farm, in Midland, Texas. This is not a huge farm, but it is big enough to keep them busy, strong, and healthy. They have an old barn that houses a couple of cows, horses, and a few goats. There are also chickens and roosters that find their way in during bad weather.
By Beatriz Magana3 years ago in Humans
Day 74
Today is a different day. We woke up and did not hear the buzzing sound we had been hearing since the day that everything changed. From our messed-up calculations, we are waking up to the 74th day since the sick people were released. For 74 days, we kept hearing bustling and steps above our underground shelter. Frankly, I don’t know how we made it past the first 24 hours, all of us crammed in this little hole that my husband created.
By Beatriz Magana3 years ago in Fiction
The Write Bea
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bea, and I began to write since I was a preteen. I did not know that I wanted to write back then, I just remember feeling happy when I wrote for a “Just Say No to Drugs” essay writing contest and received an award from the sitting President of the United States of America.
By Beatriz Magana3 years ago in Journal