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)
Grandma's Basement
It was eerie down in my grandma's basement. The air was always heavy with the smell of mildew and decaying earth. The stairs were made of stone older than the age of man and the only light for the entire basement was a single lightbulb that hung from a power cord. The light occasionally flickered as if it were about to go out casting frightening oblong shadows across the walls.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Fiction
Devilish: Chapter I
I walked down the crowded street, my thighs chaffing as my shorts rode up the apex. I'd constantly been leaning over, adjusting with various strange looks and a few looks of odd interest from men as they passed me. I straightened my posture, picking up the pace so I can just get my coffee and go back home to semi-messy apartment and my calico, Marbles.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Filthy
Temperance
Temperance woke as soft rays of sunshine gleamed into her eyes. Her naked skin dripped with cool dew drops. She slowly rose to a sitting position, dark waves of hair falling over her exposed breasts. Her hazel eyes took in her surroundings, trees dancing silently in the breeze. Her gaze falling upon her spotted mare.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Filthy
Haunted
Monty awakens in a drowsy daze, his vision blurry as he takes in his bedroom. As his vision finally begins to take focus, the brown fuzzy blobs take the form of halfway packed boxes. Moving day is vastly approaching and it’s high time he and the little missus move of the lake with all its memories and heartbreak. He rubs the traces of last night’s slumber from his eyes, kicking the blankets from his legs.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Horror
Bound
Lucia sat in her wheelchair, the cushion growing tiresome on her bottom. She stared down from the window, twirling her long braid in her fingers. Her pale skin almost made her appear translucent and the dark circles beneath her eyes gave her the appearance of constant exhaustion. She watched cars as they went by, ignoring the sound of the servants as they went from room to room, cleaning fretfully.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Fiction
Deathbed Confessional
The traffic on the way to work was brutal. I thought for certain I’d be late, but somehow I had been in luck. I arrived at work with two minutes to spare, all thanks to me leaving eighteen minutes early instead of ten I suppose. I strolled into work as a warm rain had begun to fall that night. That much I remember for certain. I clocked in and entered the elevator, heading up for the hospice floor.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Horror
The Frenchman
The early morning air was brisk and foggy around Paris. Many folks were still fast asleep while one little French man began to stir in his slumber. He awoke with a start, another nightmare having plagued his subconscious. He ran a hand through his damp mop of hair and tossed back the saturated duvet. He reached down, pulling on his discarded trousers from the night before.
By Juniper Woodstone2 years ago in Fiction
Vanity
The woods were dark and eerie, breaks in the treetops giving way to the moon’s gentle beams. The silence of the late summer’s night was broken by petrified screams and footsteps as they thundered through the air. A young man sprinted through a small clearing in the woods, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. His bare chest being scratched up by thistles and pine needles as he ran through them.
By Juniper Woodstone3 years ago in Horror
Death Floats
The cool water slithers up my skin and seeps through my thin nightgown. It chills me to the bone as it drinks the warmth from my body. My auburn hair drifts through the murky, dying waves of the creek as I lay still. My emerald eyes stare unblinkingly at the setting sun. My chest rises and falls slowly, almost unnoticeably. My eyelids creep down inch-by-inch until my view is obstructed by my inner darkness.
By Juniper Woodstone3 years ago in Fiction
Frost
The truck bounced against the divots in the gravel road, its aged joints and axles squealing with protest. The cab was chilly and I tightened the bundle of blankets around my legs. The heating system was barely up to par compared to my newer car, but sadly it wouldn’t have made the journey on the back roads.
By Juniper Woodstone3 years ago in Fiction
Journey Through the Depths
"You don't have to do this..." Mama said softly. "Everyone will understand if you-" I stepped away, breaking our hug. "Mama, you may understand simply because you don't know what will happen...but I need to do this. He needs me and I must go. I promised," my voice rushed, on the verge of tears.
By Juniper Woodstone3 years ago in Fiction