Jennifer Terry
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Stories (2/0)
Waking Up
Taylor woke up in the pit. He was up to bat. Coach Raven was yelling his name. His teammates were patting his back. The wooden bat felt heavy and awkward in his hands. He gave it a few practice swings before stepping out to the plate. Those in the stands cheered. Hundreds, thousands of people watching, waiting, supporting him. Taylor waved, sending a smile and a wink out. He took his position and turned to the pitcher.
By Jennifer Terry3 years ago in Fiction
Survival
The city was dark and deserted. Buildings lay in ruin, cars tossed around like a child’s play set. The moon shone on half formed buildings, their silhouettes stretching across the barren landscape like clawing fingers. Bodies, some whole and others partially decayed, littered the streets, the blood and stench rising and hovering over the city in a cloud.
By Jennifer Terry3 years ago in Geeks