Carissa Brown
Bio
A mom, a full-time employee and an aspiring writer in a crazy time to be alive- it doesn’t get more entertaining than that! https://mobile.twitter.com/CarissaReneShaw
Stories (12/0)
The Ghost in the Pond
The world had become a place of ice and snow. In the whiteness, we were moles. Blind, desperate, and merely trying to survive. I was a youngling at the time, following in the footsteps of my family’s forefathers. There was a strange hope, a longing for normalcy, but I had never been normal. I could care less. It was always the same conversation, the same confused answers and the same distance as if I was not there.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
La Corrida del Toro
Click here to go back to part one! El sol había salido y caído and the stars took its place, shining brightly in the sky. I looked at my reflection as I pressed the front of mis pantalones and I saw a young man staring back at me that I could barely recognize. Ahí se puso mi traje de charro, looking quite debonair and bold.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
La Angel, Constanza
Las caléndulas bailaron en el crespucúlo as the breeze trickled through their bosoms. Seas of naranja y amarilla poured over the lush sierras verdes. They blurred like paint strokes on a canvas, whispering a silent story that most would never hear. Harmonious with the dirt, the trees, and the waters, they praised that this was paradiso. Esta es la tierra de dios.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Bryan's World
Four corners stand tall and proud, the castle gates are daunting as the knight’s noble steed paces the moat. Breathes of steam course from the nostrils of the strong, pale beast as the man’s dented metal shines in the moonlight. The damsel waits at the top of the tall tower, he can hear her cries as she beckons him. The evil king glares down from the parapets and the knight returns the icy gaze. The fires burn around them, the turmoil, and corpses of fallen soldiers are endless amongst the battlefields.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Eyes
They say monsters lurk in the deepest, darkest seas, but monsters are all around us. Evangeline discovered this early on, but she could not escape her demons. As much as she would love to open her eyes and wake, she could not. She lived in her nightmare. Evangeline stared blankly. Her body frozen as she watched her life flash before her eyes, playing like a projector in the bleak, black orbs of this evil creature.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
**Chapter One** The sun rose against the eastern hill. An old red barn sat nestled in green grass and oceans of golden wheat. The morning dew sparkled like diamonds, while the whole farm slowly awoke from its peaceful slumber. The Rooster swaggered out first and reached the tip-top of the tiny steeple and proudly puffed out his chest. He crowed.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch and the Duplex
Elizabeth Fitzgibbon stared at her rose red sneakers and drooping socks as she sat on the five-step stoop of their too-small-too-thin-too-shabby duplex. She clutched the straps of her blue backpack tightly. She hated it here. The movers shuffled by her, carrying boxes and furniture over her head.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Promise Land
A lone candle flickered and danced in the damp down draft, while encompassed in darkness a figure sat. It was a strong, yet weathered man covered from head to toe in a tan leathered hide. He was a barge, with broad shoulders and a widened girth. His face was red and round with two beady brown marbles resting below bushy brows deep in their wrinkled folds. His turnip nose caved in with dents, his cheeks were pocky and burnt, and his pursed mouth hid within a grey walrus moustache and an uneven, poorly manicured beard. He had thick stubs for fingers which were bloodied and stained. His nailbeds and teeth were deteriorating- most chipped, cracked and broken, and many missing altogether. His course skin was tinged an olive green with shimmering gold flakes, and it was hardened, much like the leather he wore himself.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Biology, Lesson 101: The *Strange* Animal Kingdom
If you are looking for the answer to if aliens helped build the great pyramids, if DaVinci ever successfully flew or if the chicken came before the egg- this article isn’t for you. You are about to walk down a dark path of completely useless, semi-entertaining, and just plain weird information that you never knew you never knew. How did I come across this? Why was there any interest? It probably began when I watched a documentary about the Galapagos turtle and then it was just all downhill from there. A million questions that just had to be answered and honestly, the internet was just asking for trouble!
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in FYI
Be Careful What You Wish For
The rain dripped from his hood as his bloodied fingertips burrowed into the wearing ebony. He could see the ink dripping from the pages, mocking his tears. Damn you, he thought. None of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. Lightning slashed through the sky, painting the alley white; freezing time for only a split moment before the thunder tumbled and clashed behind, shaking the ground beneath his feet. I never wanted this… He pulled his arms into his chest, rocking back and forth, he cradled the mischievous object. A small journal of great power; the book of exaltation, the book of deepest despair. He had never imagined such horror in his entire life.
By Carissa Brown3 years ago in Futurism
