Grace Gettys
Bio
I am an avid storyteller that likes to write about anything that inspires me whether that comes from visiting the beach or blogging about what is on my mind.
Stories (14/0)
The Search for Power
The wind tousled my hair causing it to whip in my eyes as I stood at the edge. The dark clouds approaching me were signaling that it was time. Soon the skies would open up and let loose a torrent of rain. I wasn’t paying attention to that now, but to the dark waters stretching out in the horizon. I was alone, but this was the only place where I was didn’t feel insignificant. The growing storm and the mighty water below surrounded me in power that I couldn’t possess on my own.
By Grace Gettys 10 days ago in Fiction
I want to Create
“What do you want to do with your life?” “What are you passionate about?” “Have you chosen a career?” I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life or what I wanted in a career. People starting asking me this in high school long before graduation. I told myself that I had four years to think about it and that it will come to me eventually. Senior year, we all had to pick what we wanted to do, so I said marine biologist. Why not? I loved the ocean and learning about what swam under the waves. But realistically could I see myself doing that? No.
By Grace Gettys 2 months ago in Journal
Down Below
“Of course Mom. I’m always careful, my door is always locked, and I still sleep with a knife under my pillow.” I shuffled my grocery bags in my arms while balancing my phone under my ear. My mom began listing crime statistics on the neighborhood like I could afford to move anywhere nicer. “Listen mom, I gotta go. I’m trying to balance groceries and I need a free arm.” She pleaded again for me to not draw attention to myself as if that was all I do. In her mind, I am wearing flashy outfits that scream “Hey everyone! Come steal all my belongings then leave me for my parents to find on the side of the road!”
By Grace Gettys 2 months ago in Horror
How I stopped Comparing my Relationship to Others
One thing that I have always been good at is comparing myself to others. Does my hair look as good as her's? Why can’t my skin look as clear as theirs? Why am I not more successful? These questions are some of the ones that rattle around constantly in my head and they are not going away any time soon. That is the joy of being human. However, one comparison I stopped doing was comparing my loving relationship with my boyfriend to other couples around us. One thing that I will admit is that my relationship with him was my first. He is my first and only love. I began dating him when I was twenty-one, which feels late in the game for me. Sure I had plenty of crushes and silly flirtatious antics in high school, but nothing serious. I was the type of girl that dove into her fantasy books and movies and absolutely swooned at whatever handsome misunderstood love interest did to impress the heroine. Not that I was expecting my boyfriend to save me from a dragon or rescue me from an imprisoning tower anytime soon. Even I could admit that was ridiculous. I had such high expectations of what love was from fiction, that I did not see how much I was loved already.
By Grace Gettys 3 months ago in Humans
How to get out of a Creative Slump
Growing up Pre-Social media, I had many creative outlets. You could catch me rereading one of my favorite book series for the 50th time and then writing my own story based off them. One of my favorite book series featured a young heroine with different dragons so then I would write myself in a story with a pet dragon. In middle school, after completing my homework I would fill different notebooks with short stories. If I wasn't reading and writing then I was practicing different forms of art like painting or calligraphy. Now in my early twenties, I can struggle with sticking to a book, finishing a short story, or even finishing a quick drawing.
By Grace Gettys 3 months ago in Motivation
A Desperate Plea
My life is very different from other peoples. I do not generally need to ask others what their profession is, it is part of my skill set to be able to figure out everything about them without them knowing. And by them, I am of course referring to my targets, mostly middle aged men who think that they have all the power in the world. Their ego takes up so much of their mind that they cannot possibly think that the women in front of him is going to kill them. And that is my endgame at the end of this lame dinner.
By Grace Gettys 4 months ago in Criminal
The Hidden Beach
The rhythmic sound of the waves could be heard through the tall pine trees that keep the small beach hidden. Sadie had found the trail one day when her car broke down alongside the road. When she was told that the tow truck would take hours to get there, she decided that she couldn’t wait around in her well loved Subaru. Now, it’s the perfect place to leave her car when she needed time by herself. The trail to the beach was overgrown and slippery with mud. The drizzle in the morning had turned into a steady rain. The trees did little to protect the ground from the rain, but it did provide the right amount of shelter for the wild blackberried to grow. Sadie kept her rain jacket zipped up as she climbed over fallen trees and jumped over the slow slugs that were crossing the dirty trail.
By Grace Gettys 4 months ago in Fiction
Love in a library
The old library off of the corner of Main Street was far past closing, but the building was full of its finest patrons. Flickering lights from lanterns moving down the different aisles illuminated the building. The library was fully functioning with electricity, but the lanterns were more easily understood by the regulars who spent the evenings and nights hunting down books. Even though they had free rein of the building, there was one librarian that made sure everything ran smoothly for the daily operations.
By Grace Gettys 5 months ago in Fiction
