Maggie Justice
Bio
Writing will forever be my favorite way to put words to the pictures in my brain.
I've wanted to be writer for as long as I can remember.
Stories (14/0)
Grieving Into Oblivion
The bridesmaids were huddled together outside trying to keep warm in the October chill. The photographer directed them around and they smiled and doted over the bride and groom. Once back to the reception hall the wedding party took their seats at the front table. The food was served and the toasts were made. Tears were shed by nearly everyone in the room, but there was one bridesmaid who was crying for an entirely different reason.
By Maggie Justice3 years ago in Humans
A Beautiful Day
It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves were still clinging to the trees, the colors blazing in reds, purples, and oranges. The sun was shining and the clouds were feather-like and wispy. Neighbors were walking their dogs in light sweaters and cardigans, comfortable in the sixty-six-degree weather. The windows were open, the wind carrying the laughter of the children a few houses down as they chased each other around the trees.
By Maggie Justice3 years ago in Psyche