Jennifer Whalen
Bio
My love for writing knows no bounds.
Stories (3/0)
Equivilant Exchange
High in the woods that morning there was a stillness, as if life itself had been suspended. Neither bird nor animal spoke, and the only sound was the sporadic soft thud of snow from overladen boughs. Up into this waiting vacuum, though maple and birch, rose the distant bugling of deer. Astride a black Frisian named Lucian, Adrienne Blackburn slowly made her way up the winding trail that led to the ridge, letting the horse choose the pace. Bundled in a hooded parka, snow pants and calf-high boots, the fifteen-year-old wore her long black hair in a single braid.
By Jennifer Whalen3 years ago in Fiction
Ashes to Ashes
“Once upon a time, the world we knew fell away from us, and in that moment the real world emerged.” ~Unknown~ Smoke wafted on the air, casting a haze over the scarred landscape ravaged by fire. Thick black plumes pillared toward the heavens, painting the winter moon a reddish hue. Perched on the outcropping of a cliff surrounding the alpine village, Nathan Farloe gazed at the devastation below with dark disparaging eyes, nearly hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat. Clad in puritan-style garb, the steadfast judge wore his dark hair pulled back into a short tress. A crucifix fashioned from hammered silver draped his neck.
By Jennifer Whalen3 years ago in Fiction
Locket Scarred
Locket Scarred By Jennifer E. Whalen Scarred by the elements of fire, war and famine, Salem Creek was now a vast wasteland of fallow fields and ramshackle buildings. A place Jericho no longer recognized. The tiny village was the last haven for humans and Fae alike. Looking out towards the pale horizon, Jericho stood quietly, mustering the courage to enter his forsaken home. Human in shape, the only Fae trait betraying his identity was his slightly flatten nose. Clad in heavy boots, trousers, and a weather-stained duster, he was tall with broad shoulders.
By Jennifer Whalen3 years ago in Fiction