Bethany Hill
Bio
A wearer of many hats: A practioner in healing arts, a doodler, a story teller, a creator, a wife and a mother to one human, three fur babies, and one cold-blooded. Most importantly, a manager of life.
Stories (9/0)
My Grandmother's Garden
I stood at the edge of my grandmother’s garden. As the rain fell, it picked up speed, changing to silver streaks against the grey blue sky. Drops dripped from my bangs and quickly ran down my nose mixing with the tears that purged from the inner corners of my eyes.
By Bethany Hill3 years ago in Humans
Saving Sarah
“My dog! Don’t leave my dog here!” My two-year-old son shouted earnestly as we walked through the small lobby of the Kent Animal Shelter. Looks from a couple at the front desk burned a hole through me as I shuffled my son towards the doors. “It’s ok, we’ll come back tomorrow,” I assured him as I got more dirty looks. “Whyyy?”my son pleaded.
By Bethany Hill3 years ago in Petlife
Keeping the Company
I walk past his house every day to and from my bus stop. His house, the only one on my block with a short picket fence, stands out among all the rockeries that line the sidewalk. On most sunny days, he sits in his rocking chair perched high up on his open porch. With a blank stare towards the street, he watches cars, people and all else that passes by.
By Bethany Hill3 years ago in Humans
The Investigation Of The Bang
He was fast asleep in his nest when the abrupt bang cut through the stillness of the forest. The evening was cold and damp. Squirrel had curled up in his safe place, high up above the ground where many a predator tend to forage after the sun went down. Alarmed by what awoke him, Squirrel felt suddenly unsettled, for he had never heard such a sound before.
By Bethany Hill3 years ago in Criminal
