Maeple Fourest
Bio
Hey, I'm Mae.
My writing takes on many forms, and -just like me- it cannot be defined under a single label.
I am currently preparing for Van Life, and getting to know myself before the adventures begin!
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Stories (29/0)
My First Story on Vocal CAME TRUE!
The first story I wrote for Vocal Media helped all of my dreams come true!! The first piece I ever submitted to Vocal was called CHOOSE, for the Little Black Book Challenge. It was the first time I ever wrote for a challenge, and the first time I was truly inspired by another’s prompt. The story came to me as I wrote each word, and it even helped me to step into my style as a fiction writer. To me, my stories feel the most powerful when there is much left unsaid. Unresolved cliff-hangers have become my specialty…
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Journal
There is no One Way to Live Life
I have been honoured in this life to have a mother to teach me such a valuable lesson: “There is no one way to live your life.” Many of us are guided down similar paths, and some of us just don’t understand why we’re so unhappy –uncomfortable and out-of-place. Some of us feel a pain inside that we can’t define, and a frustration that burrows into our hearts. We look at the life laid out before us, watching everyone else glide down the highway, while we’re sputtering along in the slow lane, wondering why the pavement stings so much.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Humans
Clichés in the Upside Down
Until You're Back on Your Feet Some may look at my life and argue that I was never truly on my feet –I guess living in a trailer can create that kind of assumption. And maybe it’s true –maybe I simply stumbled out of my parents’ house, and it’s taken me years to realize that I was heading toward an inevitable face-plant. I don’t see it that way, though; it’s the exact opposite, for me.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Humans
Lake Life to Van Life
Why did I go from a beautiful blue house on the lake, to a 26ft camping trailer with no running water? And why did I leave that trailer for a van? I’ve been on quite the journey for the last two and a half years, and its time I start sharing the adventure with you.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Motivation
Water & Ice
I made it to the end of the driveway, and turned my head to peer up and down the road. Nothing looked familiar, and I had no idea where I was going. My hands were resting on the steering wheel of an old farm truck; my foot pressing down on the brake. I turned my vision to the passenger seat to see his head still resting in my lap; I reached out a hand to run through his hair, and before I could ask him which way to drive, his lips were parting and I heard a faint sound reach my ears.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Fiction
The Raging Beast
I could feel the pain in her chest clearer than ever, and I knew that this pain ran deep. Still holding the picture frame in my hands, I looked down at the girl smiling back at me. Her hair was curly and bright, almost white, with a yellow Marigold flower stitched onto her overalls. She was a girl on a farm, with love spread across her face; but I watched her change as I felt the story they had told me warm my heart.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Fiction
Bulls & Bullies
Two photos rested on the kitchen table –the small plastic Polaroid being held by the large metal frame below it. She had put the frame in my hands after sharing her theory with me, but its weight quickly tumbled from my grip. She caught it, before it could fall, and discarded it onto the table’s surface to hold my hands in hers. Her eyes, older than mine, held my gaze as he reached out a hand to place on my shoulder. In the past, the touch of any many could cause me to crumble and retreat, but I felt an unfamiliar form of safety from his touch. I took in a deep breath, and was finally able to sigh it back out with a steady chest.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Fiction
The Polaroid Picture
The words had left her lips with ease, and they were carried across the room with the joy in her voice. Time itself seemed to slow as I watched those nine simple words reach my ears, and cause me to question everything I had ever known. This must be some kind of mistake, I thought; but the longer my eyes lingered on the photo in front of us, the less sure I became of anything. How the photo had made its way to me, I wasn't sure of, either; all I knew is that it appeared at the bottom of a brown, paper-covered box.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Fiction
Paper & Twine
The box rested gently in my hands as my fingers brushed the smooth surface of its paper covering. The twine wrapped around it was rough, crossing on the bottom of the package and looped into a bow on top. There was only one word written on the brown, paper-covered box, filling the space in the top right corner between the strands of twine. I had seen that writing, so many times before, but the feeling it brought was so different than the very first time.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Fiction
The Kitchen Table
At the kitchen table in an old farmhouse, we sat and talked for what felt like hours. The cake in front of us disappeared as we took in each other’s words; and when the last piece had been scooped off the plate, she collected the dishes and rose from her seat. An audible silence fell over the room, and I could hear each of her steps as she shuffled to the counter –just as well as I could feel everything that was left unsaid. She rested the plates in the kitchen sink, and then gripped the edge of the counter as she took in a deep breath. She sighed the air back out into the room, and I could feel the shaking in her chest.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Fiction
Peace & Cake
My eyes had opened for only a moment, and it seemed that nothing had changed. The sun was piercing through the holes in the barn’s boards, but there was no warmth to welcome me into the day –I wasn’t even sure what day it was. Had I been sleeping for just a few hours, with the sun now rising after a long night? Or had the sun gone around and around in the sky, while I slept in the shelter of an old barn? I thought for a moment, but then a deep sigh brought pain back to my body, and I was all too aware of my broken arm and busted knee. I reached a hand out to the lantern in front of me and turned the dial to break the flame; and then my eyelids fell as quickly as my hand back down to the bed of hay.
By Maeple Fourest3 years ago in Fiction