Jennifer Cooley
Bio
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
Stories (263/0)
A Sea of Change!
A Sea of Change! People. Everywhere. I’m trying to walk through the hallways, but I go nowhere, lost in a sea. I’m dragged down into the depths of it. Down, down, down. Stay to the right! is screamed from the sky. The sky I wish I could reach. The walls greet me violently, and I welcome it, but I must leave it behind quickly and continue down, deeper into the sea. The sea of bodies.
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Spiderman 4! New Beginnings!
Dear cousin Pete, I hope this letter finds you well. I have tried and failed on numerous attempts previous to this to contact you, something always felt wrong so I gave up and let time pass; and now here I find myself trying again. Due to the event in connection to Uncle Ben’s untimely death it may be that time was exactly what was needed. I hope by now that you would at least have heard about me, I understand the circumstances can seem a bit intimidating but I’m hoping from what you read here that it’s understood that I am indeed doing well. I can only hope that these few words can get across what it is I’m trying to say! If by chance you don’t know who I am then let me be the first to introduce myself, I do think you have the right to know of me so that you can make your own informed decision. I also believe the best person to tell you about me is of course none other than myself, if you indeed have never heard of me before this letter.
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Fiction
Lee`s Diary!
Lee`s Diary! We met as teenagers; I was 16 going on 17, she was 15 going on 16. I was a Night-rider, one who led a mysterious life at night, and a student in school during the day. I with my black hair and piercings stood out against the other students in our school. She was quiet, a plain Jane (at least to her). She dressed normally as normal goes, though to me Allison stood out. Something was different about her, even if she didn't know it! Her closest friends were people she knew since early childhood. Now in high school, things change; people change, friendships become different.
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Fiction
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