Jennifer Sara Widelitz
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Stories (17/0)
Of the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again, there weren’t witches either. My people used to be nomadic herders, shepherding sheep across the dangerous, rocky terrain of the Mountains, not an ounce of magic coursing through their human blood. Back then, the Valley belonged to the sprites, Elves, and other Fae folk, before their numbers dwindled rapidly and they retreated into the dark recesses of the Forest where no human dared to tread. When it was clear they wouldn’t return, some of our ancestors decided to trade the treacherous trails and trials of Mountain living for the safety and fertile soil of the Valley, ultimately dividing into two tribes: Those of the Mountain and Those of the Valley.
By Jennifer Sara Widelitz2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Bull
The world went dark. I walked down the street, wind whipping my curly hair in a frenzy so that it was impossible to see two steps in front of me. Using a hair tie I blindly fished from my pocket, I tied my hair back to keep it out of my face, though a few strands came loose in the unforgiving gales.
By Jennifer Sara Widelitz3 years ago in Fiction
Painting Marigolds: Tale from a Sanitarium
“That was the first time I witnessed a murder.” I just finished recounting the story of my first childhood “trauma,” a tale of death by chocolate at the hands of my grandmother, twirling a marigold between my fingers as I spoke. I let the words simmer in the air between myself and Dr. Finch, watching his face intently for any inclination that what I had just admitted was of any significance to him.
By Jennifer Sara Widelitz3 years ago in Fiction