Mary Founteno
Bio
Just a writer without a pen and a whole lotta ideas...
Stories (4/0)
I Love You So Much
The crowd surrounded the graffiti on the wall. They all stared hard at the vandalized wall in shock and awe. Some saw it as a horrible act of rebellion, some saw it as a beautiful act of love. These people in the crowd were so different, their lives connecting together in one moment, under one thought. ‘Who could have done this?’
By Mary Founteno3 years ago in Poets
Dystopian Madness
Dystopian Madness A Dystopian Diary Entry By Mary Founteno “Val?” a voice called out to her. “Val, where are you?” Val didn’t know where she was, but Val knew her mother’s voice when she heard it. Val went to call back, something like I’m here, mom. I’m right here. But the words wouldn’t come. Val saw her mom then; she had aged tremendously, and Val felt suddenly very afraid. Then, the bone cracking noise and the fear gripped her heart like it hadn’t before. Val watched as her mother turned before her eyes, the heart-shaped necklace on her throat being the only thing that remind pure and untouched by the disease rotting her mother’s flesh. “Valerie!”
By Mary Founteno3 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime Stories
Bedtime Stories By Mary Founteno Beverly saw how awake her children were from her place on the couch. She had slaved the day away, as a mother, and finally, when it came time for bed, her children were wide awake. Beverly knew that if she would just get some rest…
By Mary Founteno3 years ago in Fiction