Bonnie Webb
Bio
Since the age of twelve I always knew that I would write, and I wrote; but then as I became a little older I felt I needed more life experience, so I quit writing. I've now gathered the life experience and here I am, writing once again.
Stories (7/0)
A Walk Through the Woods
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Dale didn't know the real look of the cabin, except what he had seen on the B&B website, but I already knew every outside detail of it. I had memorized the roof's jutting points, its front windows, its peaked roof, the mocha color of its siding, and especially its front porch with a green aluminum roof and and dark wooden floorboards. I also knew that it was situated by a creek running swiftly down the side of a big hill and then it took a right and meandered through water logged boulders and past the cabin. I remembered the stone wall and wooden bridge that took you into the woods where I imagined all kinds of creatures, great and small, lived.
By Bonnie Webbabout a year ago in Confessions