Jennifer Jordan
Bio
I want to put my writing into the world and see what others think. If they get the same feelings I do when I get lost in my favorite books! Excitement, suspense, mystery, and a page turning hunger for more!
Stories (5/0)
The Ghosts that Remain
When I was seven years old, I thought I was cursed. It started as whispers; low tormented calls that drove me insane. Whispers that woke me up at night to nothing but a cold empty room. Then came the physical, I would be pushed down, my hair pulled, or my clothes ripped. My parents didn't know what to do. I'd come home with ripped clothes and messy hair all while sporting skinned knees; they drew their own conclusion. I was being bullied- they were only half right. They'd call the school and demand to know who had picked on me and physically harmed me. I kept silent. They wouldn't understand, the one time I tried they thought I was covering for my offender. Since it never got better, we moved and the whispers stopped. I was relieved. I was normal again, until I wasn't.
By Jennifer Jordan2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Forest
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When I was a child, my mother would tell me stories of the land before the dragons came. Weaving wonderful tales of lush greenery and towering trees, trees my mother told us, the village people used to build their homes in. She would laugh about lazy days spent in large lakes that boardered our land, catching fish on canoes built from the very trees surrounding their homes. She would recall beautiful days filled with bird-song and whispers of wind rolling through the trees.
By Jennifer Jordan2 years ago in Fiction