Jade Phoenix
Bio
I’m a very curious human who loves to create, be it a new recipe, a DIY craft(jewelry, soaps, essential oil blends), a painting/drawing, or a story.
Stories (5/0)
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788 Evan gnawed at his bottom lip as he glanced at the ornate gilded clock that hung on the wall behind the lobby's security desk. It was 11:55 a.m., five minutes before his shift would begin. He smiled at the guard whom he would be relieving, trying his best to mask the frisson of unease that slowly coursed up his spine.
By Jade Phoenix3 years ago in Horror
“Send These...Your Tempest Toss’t, To Me.”
She wore a crown on her head, and held a torch in her hand, or at least she did so in all the stories James had heard about America. It always began with that beautiful lady welcoming you to shore after an often harrowing journey. Her face held the promise of plenty after a lifetime of lack, her torch a beacon of hope after hardships and the weariness of constant toil.
By Jade Phoenix3 years ago in Humans
Some Enchanting Vintage
Niobe Saldana crushed the dried mint using her marble mortar and pestle, a gift from her abuela when she had turned thirteen. It had been her initiation into the family tradition, and the kitchen, including the mysterious “cookbooks” her mother and tías had whispered over whenever they gathered there.
By Jade Phoenix3 years ago in Filthy
A Pinch of Spice
Miss Dorothea “Dottie” Perkins was an eccentric former opera singer who lived tucked up in a three-story Victorian with three lively Russian Blue cats and a French bulldog. At 98, she still sang and gardened and dressed up her porcelain doll collection in miniature French couture. My momma used to say Miss Dottie was jilted when she was young and went a bit mad like Miss Haversham in that Dicken’s book, but we’ll never know the truth, because Dottie’s the last of her line, and most folks who knew her then have gone to their great reward.
By Jade Phoenix3 years ago in Humans
