Faith Guptill
Bio
Being a writer is one of the last tasks on my bucket list. A delayed passion that I hope to realize.
Stories (14/0)
Finished
"This bitch is mine.", sneered the big burly man. He ran his fingers through his thick dirty blonde hair as he took off his cap then replaced it backwards. "Time to get serious." The man looked down at the tattered, tan lump that lay at his feet. Unwanted. He kicked the lump with his leather work boot. It didn't move. "I'll take care of you, first."
By Faith Guptill3 years ago in Fiction
Stormy Monday
A strong gate, not meant to be broken, lies twisted and bent. A gate that once held back 'have-nots' from entering the Fortress World new holds nothing. The ground is covered with tiny pieces of glass that once were windows. the glass makes a glittering mosaic pathway that beckons me to enter. (Beautiful.) Then I remember Harry's warning: "Be careful. It is full of death."
By Faith Guptill3 years ago in Fiction