Gelena Nicole Brown
Mom. Wife. Veteran. Nursing Student. Amateur Writer. Lover of adventures, coffee and good conversations.
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The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Florence sat atop her rusted bike in the moss-covered yard. Eyes transfixed on the flickering that illuminated the black contrast of the cabin at dusk. Shadows dancing gleefully behind the flame. Keep on the path home, she thought.
The heat was scorching. The walls of the old, tattered barn were sweating from the humidity. Lila watched as the drops ran together forming larger drops. The large drops fell like rain, collectively. But she was unfazed by the heat. Soon he would arrive like a knight in shining armor.
I was only thirteen years old the day I died. Tragic, I know. But the truth is, I didn’t feel much of anything. I was laying high on the branches of the old oak tree behind my family home. There was a storm rolling in and I had the best view. A view so mystifying that I never saw the strike coming.
The First Born
Lena watched the fall colors pour in through the window and dance on the paint-chipped walls. The sun was coming up already, but she hadn’t slept at all. How could she? Today was October 1, 2035, her fourteenth birthday and the day they would come for her.
Josh watched as Natalie walked towards the raging storm. Every part of him wanted to run after her and pull her back to safety. Tell her there was another way. There had to be another way. But he knew she was right. The darkness would never stop reaching for her. She would never sleep again. She would never live. So, he let her go. Natalie was his childhood friend and love of his life. Once again, he let her go.