Mollie Narutovics
Bio
Creativity can blossom from the wildest of places, and has no limitations. Stories are all around us waiting to be told; I hope to someday bring mine to life and share it.
Stories (14/0)
Listen As My Sun Sets
He blinks a few times, the light a little too intense for his unacquainted eyes. Looking around he knew he wasn’t in his room, at least, not his current room. It was his childhood bedroom. Pushing himself up to a seated position, he smiled. He twirled his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. It was a lot less effort than he remembered, and the amount of energy exerted didn’t make him winded. Noticing a mirror over a short dresser, not able to remember if it had always been there, he walked over to it and peered at his reflection. He hardly recognized the man with the kind eyes and dark brown hair that looked back at him. When was the last time he had seen himself with brown hair? There were less smile lines around his eyes, and his old age spots had disappeared. He was back to the man he was in his early twenties.
By Mollie Narutovics3 years ago in Families
Hand-Me-Downs
A tiny box wrapped in brown paper remains protected from the elements nestled in a tree trunk. Time has become lost and its placement soon becomes forgotten by the surrounding wildlife. How long it has been in hiding begs the question, and who put it there remains a mystery. As if engulfed in magic, the treasure sits free from elemental damage. A surprising feat given the luscious foliage in the surrounding area.
By Mollie Narutovics3 years ago in Families