Breanna LaMonte
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Barnaby
The world had turned dark, and there seemed to be very little light that could be summoned this past year. Barnaby was one of the few fortunate enough to have survived the recent raid. His parliament had come under attack from the cougars that had banned together. They had been prowling all over the territory, raiding and killing any owls or other living beings with whom they came into contact. The winter months were already hard enough for Barnaby and his family, [who had been] trying their hardest to forage for food and stay warm. But now they had to worry about invaders attempting to kill them all. Ever wary, Barnaby stood to watch that night; he had only the sound of his empty stomach rumbling to keep him company. And, of course, fear and hunger pervaded his every passing thought. There was once a time of peace for Barnaby and his family. He tried to recall that time and to feel the warmth that memory brought to his mind. Would he ever feel that warmth again, the glow and promise of safety? Would he ever not feel the gnawing sense of loss and hunger? He had lost so much. Even though things seemed bleak, Barnaby had hope that he and his family could try to carve out a better existence in a safer place with the coming Spring. Until then, they were stuck amongst the ruins of what was their beautiful forest. Everything had been burned to the ground. The once beautiful barn they had called home for so long was reduced to ash and cinder.
By Breanna LaMonte2 years ago in Fiction
Theodore's Garden
I have spent the majority of my life living in urban settings. My mother would often move us from one apartment to another; it was a gypsy, nomadic lifestyle that didn't foster much in the way of nurturing roots. At one point we moved to a townhouse in Northern Virginia that had a small fenced-in backyard with raised garden beds that were completely overrun. The whole area was very run down and neglected; but my mother, who had very little energy for much other than working as a registered nurse, suddenly wanted to plant and clean up this tiny patch of earth. Our house was an utter disaster most days; but by God, that garden became an image of perfection.
By Breanna LaMonte3 years ago in Earth
Jolie Laide
At first glance, you see a child walking toward you - and then after a slow realization, you understand that your brain has played tricks on you. In actuality, this is just a very short adult. A four-foot-eleven adult that looks nothing like the photos you've been shown of her on her social media. To call this woman homely would be an insult to the ugliest of humans. The images posted to Facebook are of a smiling brunette with cute and charming angular features prominent cheekbones, lustrous white skin, and stylish clothing. This woman is a far cry from the disheveled, short, squat woman that stands before you now. You observe the chintzy brown hair, pasty complexion, flat features, and prominent double chin. She sports oversized “grandma” glasses, which you imagine to be a bold attempt at making others think she is fashionable and ironic. In actuality, this eyewear is the only feature that helps disguise the plainness of her face, much like a smokescreen.
By Breanna LaMonte3 years ago in Humans
Fortunate
The pandemic hit hard in the small Midwestern town where Veronica lived. The population was predominantly older, and the township was already struggling financially. Walmart had moved in and killed off most of the mom-and-pop shops. Add insult to injury; now Covid-19 was killing an already dying town. Most of the county lived below the poverty level, so when the governor decreed a shutting down of stores and restaurants, the financial strain fell down hard on the townspeople like a sucker punch right to the town’s already empty and aching stomachs.
By Breanna LaMonte3 years ago in Viva