Jacqueline Ortiz
Stories (7/0)
Purple Dust
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that only a few fortunate souls got to witness. But for 11-year-old Amber, it was a routine occurrence. The first time this happened, she was 7 years old and she had gotten into a disagreement with her mom earlier in the day. She couldn't sleep and decided to sit on the roof of her house wanting to run away with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't wait to be an adult so could do whatever she wanted to do. As these thoughts were racing through her mind, she heard the grandfather clock in the background chiming letting her know it was midnight.
By Jacqueline Ortizabout a year ago in Fiction
ROMAR THE GOLDEN DRAGON & JAC THE WARRIOR SEER
Thousands of years ago, there lived a dragon near the Emerald Isles of Ireland named Romar in Pelm Woods. She had golden scaley skin, which was unusual for her kind. She had furry white wings and intense emerald green eyes, and her pupils were in the shape of two snakes facing each other. She was 10 feet tall and breathed greenish-gold fire whenever her emotions were at their highest. She avoided confrontation, preferred to be alone, and never felt like she was part of her fierce family, who constantly judged her. They never let her forget how different she was from them, which left her feeling bad about herself. She sometimes wondered if this was her real family. They were Fire Drake dragons who once fought alongside Morgoth before he was banished into the void. They had ways of thinking and doing things that Romar didn’t always understand or agree with. She was the youngest and felt like an outcast being around her own family. She finally couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to tell her family she needed to find her destiny, and they were surprised. They thought she was too gentle, weak, and sensitive and never thought she could survive in the real world on her own. She resented that so much, and part of her feared it was true. Romar had no clue that her life was about to be changed forever.
By Jacqueline Ortizabout a year ago in Fiction
The Deepest Comforts of Life
Comfort was hard to feel, but I became able to perceive each moment with pure love and enjoyment once I was emotionally healed. Comfort is the peace I feel when I hear my son is finding his way and doing okay from the choices he’s made. Comfort is a song that accompanies me when the quiet can sometimes feel lonely. Comfort is knowing I am the creator of my life and only I can choose what’s right. Comfort is finding a place I can finally call home after spending years running from everyone I’ve ever known. Comfort is a pillow to rest my head after working long hours. I’m ready for bed. Comfort is sharing how I feel without the fear of judgment I used to dread from thoughts inside my head. All these comforts bring me joy and make me feel so grateful that I want to rejoice.
By Jacqueline Ortiz2 years ago in Poets
Affliction
There will always be a longing for that thing you have depended on for so long. You feel the pain when you are forced to accept that you can no longer savor its taste. You begin to understand that this thing has so much of a hold over you its unbearable. The longing to have it seems so bittersweet and yet you know it is so wrong, yet you feel it entirely. The constant yearning will always be present, and it will never fully dissipate but you will learn to fight against it. The sudden urge can appear at any moment even if it has been years since you had your last fill.
By Jacqueline Ortiz2 years ago in Confessions