Cherrelle Penn
Bio
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you" -Maya Angelou
I embody a deep passion for writing. My work consist of short stories, poetry, memoirs, and scripts. I believe that there is always a story to tell.
Stories (6/0)
Halloween Cancelled
Sweating profusely as I was gasping for air, I ran to hide behind a large oak tree at Widows Creek. I could barely see through the thick white fog surrounding me. From a distance I saw flashlights and heard voices headed near my direction. They were saying, “Ven Aqui!”, “come out girl there is nowhere to hide.” My hands were shaking, well everything was shaking for that matter. I looked around slowly to anticipate my next move. The glare from the flashlights had gotten closer and I could hear their footsteps in the grass. The leaves were crunching with their every step. My only choice was to make a run for it, hop over the wooded fence and run. To get Anywhere. I mean ANYWHERE away from this mob of people who were after me. Without any further hesitation I jetted off running. As fast as humanly possible. I had gotten over the fence and they were right behind me. I felt like I was losing then and then a gunshot rang off. At that instant I stopped. I never imagined my life ending this way. I turned around parlayed in fear. Once the mob caught up to me there were men, women, and some children holding shot guns, pitch forks, flashlight, lanterns, and machetes. One of the men from the mob ran towards me, as I covered my head, he raised his machete in the air and…
By Cherrelle Penn2 years ago in Horror
Boxed Secrets
Sweat rushed down Anthony’s forehead as he waited nervously for the judge to render his verdict. He had been before this same judge five times this past year and he has been lenient thus far. The juvenile justice system typically is. From the corner of Anthony’s eyes, he watched his court appointed attorney rummage through a bunch of papers. He seemed unorganized and confused. Anthony still was upset at the fact that the attorney walked in to defend him not knowing his name or what he was even in court for.
By Cherrelle Penn3 years ago in Fiction
Secrets in the Barn
Stephanie never liked when it rained. It seemed like every time it rained something bad happened. It was almost as if the universe was out to get her through nature. When Stephanie found out her dad died from a drug overdose at age 8—it rained. Then, when her mother was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer a year later—it rained. Subsequently, about six months later hurricane Irma hit the Florida’s coast as a category 5 storm, destroying everything they had including their home. Her mother was hospitalized after that for about 2 weeks before she passed away. It rained-- that whole week. Stephanie was adopted by her Aunt Megan who lived in Houston Texas. The only thing she and Aunt Megan had in common was the love they shared for her mother. Aunt Megan was old school. She didn’t talk to you she talked at you, there were only demands with little to no conversation, you could never use an “I feel like” statement, and if you were not in the house by the time the street lights came on you could forget about going outside for the remainder of the week. Aunt Megan was strict but that was her love language. She never married and was unable to have children, so she dedicated herself to provide Stephanie with everything she needed.
By Cherrelle Penn3 years ago in Fiction
Secret Love
Enck! Enck! Enck! Genna’s 6’o clock alarm went off. It was time for her to get ready for school. Before she could move the strong aroma of her mother’s buttermilk pancakes and scrumptious bacon rushed her nose like a mighty wind. This happened every morning when Laura prepared breakfast for them. However, this temporary trance was quickly interrupted when Genna heard her newborn sister crying to the top of her lungs. Also, her three-year-old brother Sam was reconstructing the house with his toys while the twins (14 years old) are feuding about who gets to use the bathroom first. While trying to manage it all her mother remains calm in spirit.
By Cherrelle Penn3 years ago in Fiction
