Layla Nelson
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Stories (10/0)
The Birth of My Death
I was on a bus , on a warm Saturday. I was with my aunt and my grandma. I was going to dance rehearsals and I was to meet them at noon so we could eat at the mall. Most Saturdays were like this. And I loved it. So, I got off the bus, kissed them goodbye. And that was the last time they seen that version of me . I went to dance class. One of the last moments I felt like I was something special for a very long time . I danced and I loved it as if it loved me too . When rehearsals were over ,I was excited to go eat and spend time with my family. I was a pretty happy girl. I had a great family and I was in love with one of the greatest song writers of all time. I just knew that one day he would write a song about me and he would watch me dance. Only, that girl didn't make it. That girl, with her big heart and her ridiculous confidence stepped out into the real world and it ate her up. With my cd Walkman playing the love of my life's music, I got stopped while getting ready to cross the street. I stopped the music. A man in a black BMW and a grey suit stopped me, talking and waving for me to come nearer. I wasn’t sure though so he pulled over into a parking spot .He was handsome. I was about to turn 16 but I was still very shy when it came to the opposite sex . I remember looking down at the cobblestone pavement I was standing on. He kept talking and I realized he was asking for help. Directions to a grocery store. I was terrible at directions . Still am to this day. I knew where one was but I didn't know how to tell him to get there. There was another man and a woman in the back. They were from out of town the driver explained. He invited me into the car and if I could just show him where to drop his friend off, he'd bring me right back. Please stop screaming “ no” to me, it isn't any use. I was very naïve and I'm screaming “no” inside my head as I am rereading this.
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Fiction
M.C. Hammerhead
Imagine meeting the love of your life. He's perfect. He's charming. He has great eyes, strong hands and is as gentle and loving as he is kind and strong. That's my husband! Bruce . Did you know the name Bruce means “ Be like water.” Well, okay, he was named after Bruce Lee . And he's about as dreamy as Bruce Lee was. In the daytime that is. He works all day with his huge group of buddies, as a marine biologist . He is what you would call a social butterfly, with fins instead of wings. . Does not know a stranger. And works until evening. He comes home and we eat . Every day we have to keep a very structured schedule. We have to have an alibi. It is not always easy but I married him for better or for worse. He also works part time as an Emcee . Hosting parties, wedding, birthdays , MMA, and wrestling events. But they have to be events that don't require him to stay too late. See my husband is wonderful. But he has a flaw. He leaves teeth. Shark teeth. Because that is what he is. And the longer he is left in his hunter mindset, the more he progresses to his spirit animal, the Hammerhead Shark.
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Fiction
To be continued..
Oh what a wonderful day I was having. I could hear it. The music. The drums so close I could feel the vibration in my chest. The heat and the feel of the first raindrop in months. I felt a hand, soft, with long fingers, grab hold of mine and I smiled so big. " She's smiling!, her hand is moving"! , I heard. What was that!
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Ice
I had just hit the age of 17 . And moved to the other end of town with my friend who had her own place. It was mostly a sleepy town, except for at night. This was something I was learning very quickly. There was a long strip of sidewalk along the railroad tracks that stretched from one side of the city to the other. I worked at a café that opened at 5am and my friend Elise worked at a restaurant that didn't close until midnight. We didn't always get to see much of each other so when we had a day off we planned to do something together. Tonight was going to be something new for me. Elise was having some friends over and I had never met them . They were all older, by 3 to 5 years. She said they were a lot of fun and they were coming over to hang out and try on clothes. Sounded like a lot of fun to me but I was shy and not sure how I would fit in or if I would.
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life
When blondes have more fun, do they know it ? I am sitting in my bed with nothing on but my nightlight and my hair extensions. Well, one is actually laying across my leg. I hurry to find the spot it came from and snap it back in place. Before he sees me.
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Fiction
The Overdose
There I was standing, with my eyes shut. Kissing the man of my dreams. I just heard the words “ You may kiss the bride. “ And I was so ready to be his woman for the rest of my life. The life I had left behind was painful and I did a lot of things to climb out of that rabbit hole. But here I was, finally. With Mr. Dreamy . I could feel his soft , warm lips on mine. But then, I felt a very cold wind. I opened my eyes and tried to comprehend what I was seeing. No ! I looked around and seen everyone at my outdoor wedding, on the ground. In snow! Most were face down. The pastor was slumped over. And my groom. My beautiful love was on the floor of the gazebo. Also face down. There was snow in blankets, matching my wedding dress. Snow in my hair. My lips were cold. How long had I been here? What happened? Is this a dream? Yes it must be. Or rather a nightmare. The wind howled around the gazebo and I looked at my frozen bouquet. I kneeled down to touch my husband. So cold. I turned him over , and it was scary. His eyes. They were like two frozen butterflies. I screamed and rose up. I turned to the pastor and his eyes were the same. Frozen butterflies .
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Fiction
Two Miss Daisy's
There was a bridge I used to cross with my family. My daddy would ask me if I wanted to go swimming in the river and I would take off my shoes or sandals and get ready. Yes! I wanted to go. And that was because at the age of 5 I believed I could become a mermaid. Remember a movie called Splash! , starring Tom Hanks and Daryl Hannah? In the movie she is a mermaid staying in the apartment of the man of her mermaid dreams. And one night she needs to unwind. So she goes to the bathroom while he is sleeping, along with some Morton’s Salt . She runs the water and pours the salt. As she touches her skin, she begins to develop scales. Anyways, she is laying in the tub and her tail uncurls over the edge. I thought she was beautiful and I wanted to be just what she was. A mermaid. I wanted to get away. I loved my family but I just wanted to get away and be happy. Maybe find my Tom Hanks one day. Save boys or people who were randomly falling off of boats.
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Families
Home for the Holidays
The last time I saw my dad was July 2007 . He was walking away . Came from California for a visit . We didn't have a close relationship and the reason for his visit was not a good one. I'll give you a hint. We’d just been out to eat dinner together and he called the waitress back and said “ Honey, this liver looks worse than mine, can I have a piece that looks appetizing ?” Yes, he had cirrhosis. And it was so bad he had to have fluid removed and drink down lactulose just to use the restroom. Slow death is never pleasant for the person slowly dying or the person slowly watching. Though he was sick and yellow, he still dressed as if he were a Miami Vice extra. He somehow made it to the 80s and stayed there.
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Confessions
Blue Moon
Summer was coming to a close. This is the second summer since what we call “ Aberzombie and Fitch" has been wreaking havoc all over our world. Before we go any further into the horrors , let me introduce myself. My name is Layla Hendrix and I am from the beautiful state of California. Southern California to be precise . Since of course my state was one of the first places the outbreak started, which is where the name came from, I got my little dog Mr. Miyagi and drove my yellow Volkswagen Beetle all the way to my grandparents who live in West Virginia. Kanawha County to be exact. I would say I've had some culture shock but that would be first world problems being the state the world is in now. I was just grateful to be with my only known living family. And they needed to be kept safe. My grandma Lena was the sweetest soul and my grandpa was half Cherokee and very proud of it. He was also so vigilant , up most of the night, sitting out on the sun porch, making sure no Aberzombies were passing through. So far in the small town of Dunbar, there had only been a few and one was just a homeless person that was mistaken for a zombie. To be honest, sadly he looked worse.
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Futurism
Stand By Me
S 2057 month of Roses Forget everything you know. I keep telling myself this. I hide under an old covered bridge. Staring at 2 initials, followed by a heart and 2 more initials. Carved in this bridge years ago, when we had a forbidden word. Love. Now the world is full of hate. Fighting, right outside of this old covered bridge. It does not matter what you may have in common, that you may be family. It does not matter that you're only 10 years old. People run on hate. It is a virus. Only a few have not caught it. We are not sure but believe it was released into our air during the apocalypse. And now there are two kinds. Roses and Thorns. I write my letter to my friend . She has been my friend for years and she married. Now her husband became one of the Thorns and she lives in hiding just like the rest of us. If she still is alive I do not know but the only way we are allowed to speak to the few roses in the world is via the water. A message in a bottle. Everyone has a specific bottle and this is our network. We all have an alias. My friends alias is Lullaby. And mine is Dreamer. I have to sit and wait until night when the Thorns have moved on and taken their victims with them to eat or use the bones for various uses .
By Layla Nelson2 years ago in Futurism
