Juniper Woodstone
Bio
An aspiring writer sharing her short-written pieces in both series and stand alone. I am hoping to one day publish my own book. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them.
Stories (29/0)
The Unfortunate Death of Jameson Vander
Imagine for a moment you are stuck in a most unfortunate situation. Be it a loveless marriage, an entirely one-sided friendship, a thankless job, etc. For Felicity Vander, she was unfortunate enough to be in a predicament where she dealt with all three nearly each and every day. It was the 29th of April, some say one of the best dates of the year. For Felicity, it was her wedding anniversary to her husband, Jameson. Once upon a time, they had been college students, so in love with each other. Jameson had majored in literature and Felicity was busy with her double major of both advertising and Latin.
By Juniper Woodstoneabout a year ago in Fiction
To My Moon
To my baby girl, I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you. Seeing your smile each day warms a part of me that I did not know existed. Loving you has been an eye opening experience for me. Not only have I learned what it means to love someone both completely and purely, but also how to love myself and my body.
By Juniper Woodstoneabout a year ago in Families
Childhood Insanity
The dark shielded her from whatever made the wet squelching sound. Down in the basement of her childhood home, the smell of mildew and rotting wood was potent. Her scraped knees were curled into her torso and she kept a hand pressed against her quivering lips. Her pale green eyes blinked back tears as she attempted to hide herself deeper behind some shelving near the basement stairs.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Horror
While the King Sleeps...
The wintry eve’s air was numbing as the snow fell briskly against the castle walls. Queen Madeline of Arstoc watched from the garden’s gazebo, a shawl effortlessly draped across her lap. The wind danced through her hair, snow clinging to her golden locks. A guard stood to her right, but his eyes were distracted. He simply could not bring himself to look away from the beautiful matron whom he served so humbly.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Filthy
The Tyto Alba
She awoken at the sound of gunfire and shot straight up in her bed, her breath caught in her throat. Her heart thundered in her chest and she forced herself to inhale deeply. She tossed aside her covers and rushed downstairs. "Mother!" she screamed. "Mother!" She pushed passed half a dozen servants before finding her mother perched on the arm of her father's plush armchair.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Fiction
