Desirae Anaya
Bio
I enjoy exploring the depths of the human condition while it wars with outside influences. Life is a series of stories that are begging to be told. Besides its fun making the school bully into the antagonist that always gets their justice.
Stories (19/0)
Island Mystic
Marcus awoke, coughing up ocean water. Sand clung to his face. Marcus tried to open his eyes, but the sunlight and the sand stung them. The sun sat right above Marcus, making it feel over a hundred degrees in his disheveled suit. Marcus rolled onto his back and slowly sat up in the sand, bewildered at his predicament. The last thing he could remember was delivering his resignation letter to his boss.
By Desirae Anayaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Train Ride
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jeremy approached the steps of this abandoned cabin and slowly reached for the door knob. At this moment, Jeremy awoke from this dream with a start. He was in his bed, dripping in a cold sweat. The blankets had fallen to the floor of his bedroom. Jeremy sat straight in his bed breathing heavily, grasping at his mattress sheets. This was the fourth night in a row he has had the same dream about the cabin in the woods. He was very familiar with this cabin. It had been in the foreground of the landscape that he passes on his morning train ride every day. Jeremy had been riding this train for the past five years. It was only recently that he started dreaming about the cabin. Jeremy finally regained himself. He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to face the clock. It was 5:52am. His alarm clock would sound in eight minutes. Jeremey fell back onto his pillows and stared into the darkness of his room, wondering why he kept dreaming of that cabin.
By Desirae Anaya2 years ago in Horror
Giuseppe
A good day never started without sirens. Lucky for Giuseppe, that was everyday. Long Island was good for that, at least. Giuseppe never minded his days starting out with the blaring sounds of sirens rushing past his apartment building. Sometimes it wasn't even an emergency. The old apartment buildings that lined Storyland lane had faulty wiring all throughout, which would cause a false fire alarm to go off. The fire alarm would then trigger the alarm at the fire station and cause those big red engines to answer the call as quickly as possible. Thus the sirens. Sirens not only signal other cars to move out of the way in a hurry, but they also were the perfect alarm clock to start the day. The other residents in Giuseppe's building never minded the sirens either.
By Desirae Anaya2 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Covered Prophecy
On the small island of Maple, there is a very specific tradition. This tradition states that on the first full moon of the new year, all the children on the island are invited to the local witch's house to be handpicked by the witch, to share a piece of her magical chocolate cake. It was an incredibly important tradition dating back to the beginning of the island's history! Sharing a piece of chocolate cake with the witch was more important than birthdays, or weddings. Even more important than when a child loses their first tooth! Anyone would wonder why eating a slice of chocolate cake would be so important; along with wondering why it had to be a slice of chocolate cake.
By Desirae Anaya3 years ago in Fiction