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 (75/0)
The Collector
When I was ten years old, I woke up on a train. This was my first memory and I had no idea how or why I was there. I just remember opening my eyes at my surroundings. The first thing I saw was my reflection in the window. This girl with long chestnut hair, big bright blue eyes, fair creamy skin, and slender features who didn’t have a name was staring back at me. This is the first time I could feel fear well up inside me. Tears start to form in my eyes.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Fiction
The Still Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No one knew why this change happened or who was living there but one thing everyone did know was that no one was supposed to be there. That’s why William “Wilky” Collins; the fearless leader of his three friends, Lacy, Dieter, and Ralph were crouched behind some hawthorn bushes and peeping at this house.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Horror
The Riders of Dragoon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Yet somehow, they all ended up here. What was once called the Barren Alley is now called Dragoon Valley. Haroun looks out to the horizon, watching the reds and oranges of the sunset sky blend into each other. Out of that sunny horizon flies several dragons and their riders. Since getting his promotion to head rider in the western division, Haroun has been working longer hours and taking on this new responsibility like the flaming charge of his dragon, Azeem, with a full blast and intensely.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams
Emily Stanford gathered the little items she needed and put them in a small bag. Her father will be up any minute and hungover thanks to Monocle Pub’s ale. He was mean enough as a drunk but when he was hungover, he was much worse. Emily looked to the cabinet that she had been sleeping under for the last several months since she gave up sleeping on her bed. She remembered how her father would stumble home, slowly slip off his belt trying not to wake her, and beat her while she laid in bed trying to sleep.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Fiction
To Ukraine With Love
There are no words to describe the horrors and hell that you are facing right now. What is happening to you should not be happening to anyone. For what it is worth, you are in every thought, prayer, and best wish from myself and everyone else I know. I can’t help but admire how brave you all are being with bullets flying, bombs going off, and being rushed away at a second’s notice. War is horrible and good for absolutely nothing. (Yes, just like the song.)
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Earth
The Importance of Kindness
I have always lived my life trying to be kind to others. Growing up where I did, I learned early on how kindness is sorely needed in this world. My first introduction starts with my mother. She is a kind woman and a strong one at that. She showed me how even a small kindness whether it is words or a gesture can change a person's life and perpective.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Motivation
Maisie Marvels Presents: The Time Clock
Many people dream of traveling back and forth in time. What if there is a way to do that? Among my many travels as a freelance journalist, I, Maisie Marvels have found a small antique European style clock that does just that. This item although appears exquisite and beautiful is so much more than a decorative time piece.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Owl
He’s back at work after his two-week vacation in Mexico. Doctor Aaron Mullens walks into the animal shelter where he works as the head veterinarian. His supervisor may have told him that vacation time is about self care but Aaron believes that people go away on holiday just to feel good about coming back. Aaron slips on his stiff and starchy white lab coat with glee.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Horror
Ode to the Tramp
The first Christmas that I remember is when I got best gift I have ever gotten. Ever since that one fateful night, my life has changed forever. I had my first best friend. A sweet little terripoo (terrier-poodle cross) puppy came out of a big paper-wrapped box underneath our Christmas tree. We named him Tramp after the 1955 animated Disney hit movie, "Lady and the Tramp". I watched that movie alot at that age.
By Erika Ravnsborg2 years ago in Petlife