Gina Landrigan
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Hello Back.... Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk.
If walls could talk, would anyone even hear me over the wind rattling all the loose parts. The forgotten rooms and broken windows. The fraying wallpaper and crumbling bricks. Fireplaces that were once filled with warm flickering flames, now just dance with shadows and leaves. Cabinets stocked with cobwebs and doors that clang in the gusts, teetering on their rusted hinges. There are barely any remnants of the lives once lived in front of me.
By Gina Landriganabout a year ago in Fiction
Hey Dad,
The rattle of your keys in the door sent us sprinting up the stairs. We had all been perched on the edge of the couch waiting. Tripping over each other we threw ourselves into whatever piece of you we could grab onto. It didn’t matter that we were 17, 14, and 10. In that moment we were your children. Your terrified children. Age held no bearing on our behavior. It did not matter that we knew you had not made it into the city that day. That you were on the train as the second plane hit, and were immediately turned around to head home. You had missed your normal train that morning, having been caught up saving someone else. You weren’t just our hero, you volunteered to be everyone’s hero. So as that train pulled back into our small town, your day was far from over. You marched right back out with your crew to take in dozens and dozens being ferried across the river, providing aid, comfort and refuge.
By Gina Landrigan2 years ago in Families
Winged Wrath
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Her wrath and sorrow summoned them from the depths of the darkest realms. Nightmarish winged beasts that circled the kingdom and outlying village. Listening for her cry, her whisper of command, or the mere sight of the flames flicking at her finger tips. It was the dragon blood that ran through her veins burning with ancient magic and fury. Retreating into the darkest parts of her soul, she sought out the alchemy to conjure these creatures. Awakening them from centuries long slumber as their new mistress to bring her darkest desires of revenge raining down on the guilty and ignorantly innocent alike.
By Gina Landrigan2 years ago in Fiction
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