Erika Ravnsborg
Bio
Erika Ravnsborg is a writer/blogger/adventurer/explorer living in Canada. Her goal is to travel all over the world and write amazing stories about it. Find more of her adventures at https://www.magicalstoriestoshare.com/
Stories (69/0)
The Doppelganger
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a ghastly rendition of what could be me but something dark and twisted that took on my skin. The eyes were the same lake blue but lifeless and without emotion. My black hair that is normally voluminous wavy is stringy and limp on this reflection. The skin on its face was pale and sickly like it belonged on a dead girl.
By Erika Ravnsborg3 days ago in Fiction
When Lilacs Bloom
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Could this be that spring is here at last? Twyla looks to those clouds and knows that it will only be a matter of days before she will see some wildflowers out on the farm. Perhaps the lilacs will finally bloom. Sadly, there is one stipulation. Twyla remembers as she lays in her bed watching the clouds form and move. She must fall in love before a single bud will emerge.
By Erika Ravnsborg24 days ago in Fiction
Under the Stars
I had just arrived to my resort in Bali, and it was more beautiful than I had ever imagined. I had needed this vacation. I had suffered the loss of both of my parents in a car accident, I quit my job as a server in a restaurant, and my boyfriend decided to call our relationship off out of the blue. When I had a breakdown in the middle of the grocery store parking lot, it became abundantly clear that I had to get away. So now here I am at the Bali Beach Resort.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. His room being her current fling, Stavros. Mia looked to him to see that he was still sprawled out on the bed; naked and asleep. She turned back to the window and gazed out of it to the distance. It was very depressing to look out and see an empty plain with such twisted, dead-looking plants. And what little grass was out there was turning brown and decayed.
By Erika Ravnsborg3 months ago in Fiction
