Jennisea Redfield
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Stories (55/0)
Fireflower Flood
The only light was the glow of a blue hued moon. Mimi stood on her balcony, watching as the lower levels of the street and buildings flooded with icy water. She didn’t know what happened exactly, but she woke up and the valley she lived in for most of her life was turning back into a prehistoric lake. So many people drowned, and so many left for higher grounds or simply left the town altogether. No one knows what started the sudden flood, but when it did, the canyon collapsed, clogging the way out through the east. To the west, the small mountains dissolved, turning into trash and rubble walls.
By Jennisea Redfield3 months ago in Filthy
Cutis Mea
Take a look at my skin. The biggest organ that I own, that was made just for me. It is covered in pale lines, with starbursts along my shoulders, and down my arms. This skin is rippling with tiger stripes, and dimples that can fit thumbs. Pinch it, and the skin can turn a peachy pink. Bite it, and the indents of teeth leave ruby hues. Cold, it turns white and soon blue. Burnt and my skin is a painful red, raw. It can turn a red, coppery brown from gentle ease from the sun, darkening and changing.
By Jennisea Redfield4 months ago in Humans
The Interstice
Four years ago, my brother was taken from me. Right in front of me. I still remember that very day. ~~~~o0o0o0o0~~~~ It was cold, just entering the end of autumn. We were both just walking together, sharing each other’s company while walking our dogs. We were silent. I don’t know what he was thinking about, but I was envisioning drinking green apple cider, eating cheese-flavored popcorn, and watching a horror movie.
By Jennisea Redfield4 months ago in Horror
Want of a man
Don’t think of it as having high standards. But I have ideas on what I want in a partner. ~~~~~><~~><~~><~~~~~ For a man, I want him to be tall. I want a man who glances down at me and sees someone who is worthy of receiving love. When he peers into my hazel eyes, he sees a woman who will stay by his side, no matter the toils and issues. He looks down, and he sees a woman who will never stray, never tries and make him feel worthless, and loves him for his being.
By Jennisea Redfield4 months ago in Confessions
Married Senses
Scent. To me, smells have a certain color. Some of them a wonderful blend of colors, others singular. Each smell has a different shade: chocolate, black, white, red, and green. And these wonderful smells, these descriptive smells, they make sense to me.
By Jennisea Redfield4 months ago in Humans