Lilia Gestson
Bio
What does it mean to truly paint with language? I always knew there was a special magic held within our words and how we choose to use them. Now I am discovering this magic for myself - through the art of the written word✿ My Website ✿
Stories (6/0)
The Carfax Files
The Hampstead Daily News – July 25 The Carfax Files Another person has been found disoriented at the abandoned Carfax Estate in Purfleet at six AM this morning. Walter Scott (age 32), a self-employed ghost writer, was the third person within the past five weeks to awaken from an unconscious state and find themselves alone and disoriented at the Carfax chapel. Just like in the cases of the other two people, Scott claims that he was on a date with a woman, alleged name Mina Harker (alleged age 25), who he had met that evening on an internet dating app. According to Scott, the last thing he remembers from the evening is kissing the woman goodnight. The next thing he knew he was waking up disoriented on the dirt floor of the abandoned Carfax chapel twelve hours later. Scott was admitted to the St Thomas' Hospital in London at 8 AM this morning. Authorities are withholding details concerning Scott’s medical condition. We are left to wonder why he was taken to the prestigious St Thomas' Hospital in London rather than a local establishment. Was Scott a victim of a roofied drink? Or are the authorities hiding a much worse fate? What happened during those twelve hours that Scott was unconscious? Why is the abandoned Carfax chapel the repeated site of these mysterious cases?
By Lilia Gestsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Vines within My Veins
As I walked through the portal and into the meadow, everything was so clear. Wildflowers and grasses grew tall all around and the tree line encircled the field with its dark green foliage. I stood in the clearing, right in the middle of it all, with my gifts in a basket and my heart open to receiving. That is when they came. The beings of the North, East, South, and West, the elements, the animals, the plants, and my guides all walked into the clearing and gathered in a circle around me. They came to welcome me with love as we gathered for the ceremony.
By Lilia Gestson2 years ago in Poets
The Man who has Seen the Storm
It happens like a spiral, a blink of the eye. I can feel it coming, sometimes. Other times it all happens too fast. There is a swirling, an energy, a chaos, and a tension. All the muscles in my body tense to a degree that I cannot comprehend, as a rush of adrenaline washes over my limbs. The swirling gets more violent, and I can feel it- the fear, the apprehension, the knowing that “it” is coming.
By Lilia Gestson2 years ago in Poets
We Were Never Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once upon a time the Koilada and Drakontes were one people. We were at peace. Waterfalls flowed from the mountains into our valley home. Wildflowers littered the earthen floor like rodi seeds in summer.
By Lilia Gestson2 years ago in Fiction
