Marissa Bendick
Bio
she/her.
Wife and mother.
Artist, writer, creator.
Exploring the vastness within me and manifesting authenticity and love.
Stories (26/0)
A Royal Choo-Choo
I’m embarrassed enough as it is to have been kidnapped, but did it have to be by these insipid fucks? Father did always tell me that my incompetence would be the death of me. I hate that that asshole is going to end up being right. What would he even think of his daughter, the Dragon Warrior Princess, being knocked out from behind by a couple of vampire thugs? I’m absolutely mortified.
By Marissa Bendick2 years ago in Fiction
You've got the wrong kid!
My Grandpa and I had a very effective system for after school pickup. Pampa would arrive a little earlier than most parents and other pickup personnel in order to secure a prime parking location near the entrance of the gate that I would exit the school premises from. In order to pass the time, Pampa would shut off the car, read the newspaper and daily specials at the markets, or he would get out of the car to socialize with the crossing duty. My role in our system was to pack up as quickly and efficiently as possible so that I could be one of the first students to emerge and make my way to the station wagon. The sooner I would get out, the greater our chances of avoiding the after school traffic jam.
By Marissa Bendick2 years ago in Families
The Dragons of King's Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Since the days of my father’s rebellion, we’ve been subjected to hiding here. It is here, in the protective embrace of the mountains that surround King’s Valley, where we have remained, clinging to our last beacon of hope; our last chance of survival.
By Marissa Bendick2 years ago in Fiction
