Lena Folkert
Bio
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
Achievements (2)
Stories (162/0)
Long Weekend
This is for Mackenzie Davis's Grocery List Challenge. Read Mackenzie's original and the challenge here: *** Mackenzie -- I hope I didn't break too many of the rules here. This was difficult to write as it was inspired by real events. I almost hope people don't get this one :(
By Lena Folkertabout a month ago in Poets
- Top Story - October 2023
Introducing the New Article Series: "The Ugly Truth About Fat" (working title)Top Story - October 2023
Lately, I've been in a particularly deep depression and shame spiral. There are many causes and many things that are worsening the situation, but somehow, in my mind, everything that goes badly in my life seems invariably tied into my weight.
By Lena Folkertabout a month ago in Viva
Dear H--Am I a Poet?
*** This is in response to Heather's "Write Me a Letter" Challenge. Heather, all I can say is, I'm sorry. Also, the letters are all there. I made them bold and underlined as they appeared in order --except the single "Z" which is out of order but present and accounted for ;) ;)
By Lena Folkert2 months ago in Writers
- Top Story - October 2023
In the Wind
Kristine sat on the sand with her legs stretched out in front of her, mesmerized by the sunset that reflected off the surface of the water, and the contrast of the orange glow of the water that washed over her legs and the almost blue tint of her pale skin. The air had grown warmer with spring, but the water was still cold as ice, and her toes had been numb for hours. Every now and then, the foamy water would reach up to her thighs, and she would feel the icy sting course through her. She shivered and pulled her sweater tighter around her torso, but she did not withdraw from the water and kept her legs straight, allowing the foamy waves to reach up to her knees. The last few weeks had left Kristine off-balance, as though even a light breeze might blow her away, but the water and sand that seeped between her toes made her feel present. Grounded.
By Lena Folkert2 months ago in Fiction
The View from the Sails
I feel the ocean calling out to me, inviting me to be one with it. I hold my nightgown up as I wade into the waves. The water is cold and stings my toes, sending shivers up and down my spine, but still, I hear its call. I lift my nightgown over my head and toss it into the air above my head. The loose and lacy fabric catches the wind, dancing on the breeze before finding rest on the sand where I lay moments ago. Briefly mesmerized, I stare until I hear the call again and return my gaze to the sea.
By Lena Folkert2 months ago in Fiction
