Ebony Burns
Bio
It's your friendly neighborhood writer and artist Ebony Burns .Check out my art @RainbowEagles44
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Stories (8/0)
- Top Story - January 2022
The Clairvoyant ArtistTop Story - January 2022
Life holds endless possibilities for those that hope for something greater than their present reality of struggle and misery. If we dig deep enough we eventually come upon the keys that open the doors to our success and prosperity. But if we ever choose to stop digging then we accept defeat until we pick the shovel of hope back up. Many reach the grave never finding their set of keys. They tossed their shovels to the side and watched others dig. Some stop digging due to the influence of others or because they have lost vision and reason to continue. Yet there is always a small remnant within the crowd of diggers that never put down their shovels. With sweat on their brows and sore arms, they push until they have the ring of keys dangling in between their fingers. They prove victorious in a world full of defeat. Why? Because no matter how many breaks they took or how many times the shovel was tossed, they found a way to pick it back up and dig deeper.
By Ebony Burns2 years ago in Fiction
Heartbreak At Hobbiton
Sitting high up in the horizon skies over Hamilton, New Zealand, I watch over the gathering of subject Earthling Seth with his family and friends. They are residing in a cozy large bungalow heated by a wood-burning fireplace. The bungalow lay surrounded by trees and this morning's winter fog rising from near River Waikato. The planet's date is February 11th, 2058.
By Ebony Burns2 years ago in Fiction
Heartbreak At Hobbiton
Sitting high up in the horizon skies over Hamilton, New Zealand, I watch over the gathering of my subject, Earthling Seth, and his family and friends. They reside in a cozy, large bungalow heated by a fireplace. The bungalow was surrounded by trees, with morning winter fog rising from the Waikato River.
By Ebony Burns3 years ago in Earth
The Addiction and Rebirth of Love
Addiction, in the human dictionary, is defined as the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity. To witness an addict is always unusual if you cannot understand the cravings. Addicts are everywhere, for there is an addict in most of us. Many are hard to pinpoint to the average naked eye. Here in this fancy restaurant branded as The Cheesecake Factory, are two addicts on a date. The two are on their 2 year anniversary on this planet Earth date of July 28, 2022. I have studied female specimen named Lavender, all of her 33 years of existence. The male specimen with her named Jeremiah, has just become part of her picture, as they say, for almost 3 years.The two has become insatiable for each other, inseparable and yolked as one. Those that encounter them tonight are utterly intrigued, having amazing awe at the sight of them. They are creating their own atmosphere within the classy restaurant's environment.
By Ebony Burns3 years ago in Fiction
The Seeds Of Desolation
Isn't it ironic that the human eye can be blinded by both light and darkness. The brightest beam of lights can leave us seeing nothing but white while the darkest night leaves us submerged in black. The day that ignited rampant rampage upon the Earth, was a day starting the topple of humanity's dominos. The day the beams began. The day an event took place causing an uproar in human life.
By Ebony Burns3 years ago in Fiction
The Seeds Of Desolation
Isn't it ironic that the human eye can be blinded by both light and darkness. The brightest beam of lights can leave us seeing nothing but white while the darkest night leaves us submerged in black. The day that ignited rampant rampage upon the Earth, was a day starting the topple of humanity's dominos. The day the beams began. The day an event took place causing an uproar in human life.
By Ebony Burns3 years ago in Fiction
Triumph Over Earth's Tragedy
If you want to know the truth, listen to a person's thoughts. That's exactly what an extraterrestrial is doing, early morning over a neighborhood. A vibrating hood containing his selected study. A study he's been on since 1990. He's been present since the beginning stage of this study's of 30 years. Though a one-sided relationship, the extraterrestrial feels a tight-knit-bond with his extraordinary host. He hovers hologramed in his silvery smooth oval spaceship. Sitting comfy in his invisible single-pilot cockpit, he propels a bit closer to listen intently. His eyes focus in on her like laser beams as she stands at the open back door of her kitchen. He opens his listening portal attempting to interpret and understand the human's thought pattern. He is endlessly entertained by the life of this left-handed, African-American female human being. Fascinated by her being born and raised in Baltimore City's ghetto regions and surviving triumphantly. She survived and knows she blessed to be alive. With an always high crime rate, Baltimore is a city in which you dodge troubled bullets daily. An abundance of Bullet Bills flying like a hard-level board of Mario Brothers. So much hunger. Too much poverty. Walking down the street becomes a gamble. For her it became too much to handle. So she found a mental beach and imaginary sandals. Embracing hope through comforting thoughts, she found a way to break free each day. And every morning the extraterrestrial loved listening to the cute things she'd say. Constantly speaking to herself. Sometimes in a third person way. He begins his journal log of study day 11,120.
By Ebony Burns3 years ago in Fiction