Lena Folkert
Bio
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer π€ Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista π€ Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer π€ Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler π€ Dreamer π€ Wanderer
Happily Lost π€ Luckily in Love
Stories (166/0)
- 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 Folkert7 months ago in Fiction
- First Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Young Adult Fiction
The View from the SailsFirst Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Young Adult Fiction
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 Folkert7 months ago in Fiction
Painted into Place
He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the red dresser that stood mockingly against the opposite wall. Everything about the dresser reminded him of her. Itβs soft and sensual curves blurred into the white paint and looked as though it was not a real dresser but a part of the wall.
By Lena Folkert7 months ago in Fiction
The Valley of Plenty: Rise of the Amadan
There werenβt always dragons in the valley, nor had there been anything more than whispers of their existence for an age. The great beasts of old had become mere myths that were told to children in the dark hours of the night to fill them with wonder and to fuel their imaginations.
By Lena Folkert7 months ago in Fiction
Beyond the Boundary
The moon reflects off the sea of ice and snow that surrounds me, illuminating my presence for those who would seek me. I hesitate and scan the fields of white for movement before lowering the shawl that covers my face and removing my gloves. My fingers have been numb for hours, and I blow what little warmth still resides inside of me into my palms, embracing the sharp pain that follows.
By Lena Folkert7 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge
Returning Home for the First TimeRunner-Up in Chapters Challenge
It had been almost two years since I had been back home. The drive from the airport in Anchorage to the high school in Seward took less than two hours as it was summer, and the road was free of the usual snow and ice that covered it nine out of twelve months of the year. Every curve in the road was familiar.
By Lena Folkert8 months ago in Chapters