Destiny Hughes
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Just starting out.
Stories (4/0)
The that changes
Who knew that one little box could change an entire family, though we never found out what secrets the box held, we did discover other well hidden secrets within the family. Some secrets had been bottled up waiting to bubble to the surface. Some of the secrets were just waiting for the light of that package to shine on it. Other secrets had been dead and buried for years only to be re-animated by that little brown box.
By Destiny Hughes3 years ago in Fiction
The coffee house
It alway started and ended in that coffee shop. It was a curse I was under, I always bumped into someone or had a first date there. Things would be going smooth then circumstances just were not in our favor. Then I would meet them there where we first met, I would order the most bitter cup of coffee the cafe had and their dark chocolate cake. We would sit and talk, they would try to convince me to stay but I would stay persistent on ending it all.
By Destiny Hughes3 years ago in Fiction
The Barn of memories
Emin had slipped away from the procession of grieving family members to finally see his great grandfather's barn. Emin and him would always sit in the senior home while Amar would recount his hundred years of life. Many of those stories included this old run down barn. It was a disappointing sight to Emin, phase he had built it up in his head. The barn was smaller than the other barns in the area, parts of the roof were caved in and it looked as though something wild had made its home way towards the back of the barn. ‘Could his great grandfather have agadrated all those tales?’ Emin wondered. He sighed and turned to leave when the wind picked up and his head began to spin, then everything went dark.
By Destiny Hughes3 years ago in Families
The Past We Won't Forget
Nestled on a tree covered mountain side was the quaint little cabin I was born in. I was named Brianna after my grandmother who died when I was only three. She was remembered for something that I didn’t quite understand, she was known as the survivor. Any time I asked what my elders meant they grew quiet and promised I would understand after the trial. The trial was something everyone in the village did when they came to the age of fourteen. The fourteen year old was told to walk the gray forbidden path till they found the past, with them the silver heart-shaped locket ‘the survivor’ took with her on her journeys. My four older brothers all went and came back acting like the elders, knowing of the well kept secret. This year was my turn and I couldn’t be more excited for my birthday.
By Destiny Hughes3 years ago in Fiction