Lee-Anna Semenyna
Bio
Writing was an escape for me when I was younger, but as I grew, I hid my voice. Now that I'm older, with children of my own, I'm hoping to use my voice again. This is the first step, and I'm excited to see where the stairs go.
Stories (5/0)
It's Magic
I sit on the beach, my drink in my hand, listening to the waves lap on the shore. The ice in my drink causes cold droplets of water to run down the side of my glass, and I can feel the breeze whispering against my skin as I lean back to look up at the full moon. Something about the way the moon sparkles at me, something about the atmosphere in the night, makes the moon look larger than it should and for a brief second, a voice whispers in my mind, “it’s magic.”
By Lee-Anna Semenyna11 months ago in Fiction
Excuse me, Please
Hello, excuse me… please come here for a moment? Yes, you. The one who has stumbled upon me in this random chance of a meeting. The one who has ended up in this exact moment and I have to believe it’s not just happenstance but something more, but really, what is life but a series of chances coming together to make us believe that there is something bigger at play?
By Lee-Anna Semenynaabout a year ago in Fiction
Welcome home, Soup
It sits in the middle of my floor - watching me. Waiting. It doesn't matter which way I move, its eyes track me. I take a few steps left. It follows me. Right a few more steps, it’s still following me. I can’t see much of it, but its eyes reflect in the light from the entryway, so I know it’s there, and I know it’s watching me.
By Lee-Anna Semenynaabout a year ago in Fiction
