Haddessah Anne Brice
Bio
An aspiringiring author, handicraft maker, and plus size model. Just trying to keep the bills paid and the cat fed, for now.
Stories (14/0)
Faerie Night
He attempted to peer through the thick fog. No moon tonight and no proper rain, just the bone chilling mist. He gripped his wife’s cold fingers more tightly and together they stumbled through the dark woods, silent but for their passing. They needed shelter, a safe place to rest. “Please…” He prayed silently. “Not so much for meself, but for her and the babe within.”
By Haddessah Anne Brice3 years ago in Fiction
Run
I rushed to lace and tie a pair of oversized, battered combat boots onto my feet over three pairs of thick socks to make them fit, then tucked the tops of my pants onto them. My adoptive father was holding out an old fatigue jacket for me to slip into. It would be too big, but keep me warm. I tugged on an extra sweater over my head; hand knitted by my adoptive mother from several different colors and textures of repurposed yarn. I could hear the woman in the next room, crying as she moved around.
By Haddessah Anne Brice3 years ago in Fiction