Mary Johnson
Bio
I love using real life situations to create fictional stories that revive people's senses of home and family, values, nature, etc. I use situations from my own life to bring stories of others to life.
Stories (5/0)
Patches in time
Our lives are full of so many ups and downs. We go through tragedy and feel like we’re the only ones who’ve ever felt those emotions and wonder how we’ll ever see peace again. However, just like it did all the days before, the sun still shines on our shoulders at the break of dawn the next morning. The birds still sing their chipper songs welcoming the day. And the crickets and frogs still lull the moon to sleep at night.
By Mary Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Wichita Gold
Even from a very young age, Abigail dreamed in shades of shimmers and gold. The way the sun shimmered through the trees upon her closed eyelids as she lay her head on the passenger window of her family’s Ford LTD station wagon always made her soul hunger for those dreams. Everyone always told her that if she worked hard and studied even harder, she’d see those dreams come to reality. Her dreams didn’t derive from books and working at her father’s diner in her hometown of Wichita Falls, though.
By Mary Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Finding Home
It was a steamy mid-summer day in July. The kind of day that made the highway ahead of your dance in the waves of heat passing through the atmosphere. Charli was stuck in traffic just across the state line just like every other weekday morning for as long as she could remember, and she was already running behind. She cursed under her breath as she noticed a large truck in the left lane ahead, trying to pass a smaller truck.
By Mary Johnson4 years ago in Families
Clito sunshine
Nature has a great way of reminding us of its simple pleasures! This photo was taken on Clito Road in Spring Valley, VA—high up in the hills of Appalachia. There is no filter used. Back then, the only filters ever used were by professional photographers. The intensity of the sun when I pointed my old Samsung flip phone at it back in the early 2000’s basically blocked out most of the color except for the pink halo in the sky. You can’t tell from looking at the picture, but it was one of those hot summer days where the sky was so clear it was almost translucent. The hills and grass were also green, not gray as they appear in this photo. That doesn’t mean the content of the photo doesn’t point towards greener pastures and bluer skies, though.
By Mary Johnson4 years ago in Motivation
