Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz
Bio
Professional Nana, amateur writer. Author of "A Ghost's Story."
Stories (8/0)
The Fairest
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. “This is not what we agreed to. This is not what your promised!” I scream at the monstrous image staring back at me. It’s cold, reptilian like eyes ripened with raw hate sent a glacial chill up my spine.
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretzabout a year ago in Horror
By The Light of the Moon
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Dancing and flickering in the frigid, night breeze. An alluring vigil, beckoning those unfortunate enough to see it to come. One night, and one who awaits this nights arrival. The old wooden door shakes on its hinges, alerting him.
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz2 years ago in Horror
If There Be Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Or were there? Who knows? Maybe we just couldn’t see them. We humans like to think we’ve got it all figured out. We make our declarations, saying things like; there is no intelligent life on other planets, Megalodons no longer exist, or there’s no such thing as Big Foot. But how do we know? How do we really know? Are we so absolutely sure of ourselves that we can make such claims?
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz2 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Hearts
There are those who work subtly shrouded in cloaks of darkness. Creating monsters in the name of change. Yet, prove themselves incapable of holding onto the reigns meant to guide and control the monster they’ve created. Invariably the reigns are pulled from their ill prepared hands and the monsters run free. Unbeknownst to their would-be prey.
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz3 years ago in Humans
Waking Up
Audrey sat sullenly, staring out the oversized window in the brightly lit sunroom Sam had built ironically for her pleasure. It was early. Sam was already up, pruning his beloved Azaleas. She couldn’t help feeling a little nauseated at the sight of him. The brilliant pinks, and striking blues illuminating from the flowers only intensified the pale hues of Sam’s natural shade of melanin, or lack thereof. Try as she may, she was thoroughly unable to find one redeeming physical quality in him.
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz3 years ago in Fiction
Somnambulism
I guess we’ll never know what brought us to this end. For the few of us that remain, it has become an irrelevant question. There’s no one left to blame anyhow. Blame is a pointless effort in changing the outcome. I tend to think it was a compilation of everything. One thing I know without a doubt is we all had a hand in destroying ourselves. A little part to play that we either did or didn’t.
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz3 years ago in Fiction
A Dream Away
Strange how you can look forward to something, yet dread it all at the same time. Today is my eighteenth birthday! Hurray me! I’ve survived a lifetime of foster care. I gather what little belongs to me, placing it neatly in my large green seabag. Same bag I’ve always had. Although I’m not sure where it came from or how I came to possess it. I sarcastically consider myself lucky that everything I own fits inside with plenty of room to spare.
By Jennifer Green A.K.A. Jenna Lynn Bretz3 years ago in Fiction