Nicole Fenn
Bio
Young, living - thriving? Writing every emotion, idea, or dream that intrigues me enough to put into a long string of words for others to absorb - in the hopes that someone relates, understands, and appreciates.
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Stories (20/0)
Let's Settle Social Media
Social media is a slippery slop of a topic, I will admit - the same goes for the internet as a whole - but social media is also not something that should be completely shut down and deemed as "evil". And as I see more and more parents and older generations on LinkedIn bash social media and technology for all the depression and anxiety it causes to younger generations, I couldn't help but just word vomit on how they couldn't be more wrong - to a degree.
By Nicole Fenn6 days ago in 01
- Runner-Up in Passing Ships Challenge
Seeing the LightRunner-Up in Passing Ships Challenge
Luna Moths. A tragic insect with such a short lifespan, humbled by its beauty and gentle nature. Born without mouths, these moths exist to reproduce and nothing more. Of course, if you were only given 7 to 10 days in your adult life, how would you spend it? While these moths are not rare, many feel graced by their presence due to their short lifespan - the probability of seeing one is, indeed, seemingly rare.
By Nicole Fennabout a month ago in Motivation
They See Him Rolling
Imagine this... It's the mid-1970s, my dad was the youngest out of him and my uncle; the two being around 4 years apart in age. My dad was 9 at the time, and my uncle was around 13 respectively. Now, with the nature of where my dad and uncle grew up - a field across the street, woods behind their house, and cows to the left - you could say there wasn't much to do growing up on a backroad in Ohio. And yet it was two boys in the 1970s, they're bound to find something.
By Nicole Fenn11 months ago in Confessions
Of Might and Metal
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but they had to keep the mines safe somehow. Centuries of precious metal in its raw form tempted thieves, and threatened wars; especially with it as vulnerable sitting in the bedrock. Ripe for the picking with nothing but roped chains and signs warning those who dared to enter. Rather than it being just plain dangerous without the proper mining gear, it was an easy access point that could tear civilizations apart.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Fiction
The Home of the Brave
It's a prominent line in the United State's national anthem, "land of the free and home of the brave." In the country's early stages, it was a cry of hope, of promise. To fight for what was right, to fight for peace - hypocritical in itself - but a mantra for those who only had that one goal in mind; freedom. This home, we've found, extends much further than America. And it always had.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Humans
He Traded Legs for Wings
To Grandpa Gerkin, I'm not an overly religious person, but when mom said that a cardinal was your favorite bird, I can't help but just wonder when I see one at what seems like the most random moments in life. I saw one when I graduated college, when I moved to my first apartment, when that apartment complex stood in a flood as I lost my car, and when one would appear on the AC unit sticking out from the other side of my window during the 7 months I was unemployed because of the pandemic. But even still during these points that stand out the most, little moments here and there where I just felt hopeless with life and the future felt so uncertain. At my lowest, when getting up out of bed was the hardest task of the day, where it felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders and a deep, dangerous sadness sitting on my chest - I would see those bright, distinguishable colors against the dull hue of life.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Families
Halcyon Station
Pilot "Denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy & peaceful." Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, they've never had the comfort of a digital oxygen mask. To live a digital life. To be born within a world and have the option of either ascension or damnation. To choose at a mature age, join your family and society, or stay in a world with no future - derived of paranoia and fear. To have access to a never-ending plane of possibility, everything safe, and orderly, and routine.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Fiction
3:42 am Still Haunts Me
The Barn Owl? No, no, no, the Barred Owl. I can't tell you how many times I researched both, have listened to both calls to tell which one I had heard that night and had almost cried at the sound. And when I had found the YouTube video with the exact call that I had heard, I had never felt chills so violent or had cringed so hard at just the sound; as stupid as it may seem.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Journal
Mead & Chicken Legs
How could they be out of chicken legs? One of the biggest events in Pennsylvania that spans several weekends in the fall, and they run out of chicken legs?? Regardless if it was my first time at this event, I felt robbed of the experience because they ran out of chicken legs! I had to settle for mac-&-cheese and a ham and cheese baguette sandwich instead, which both were still delicious and satisfying enough. But, I suppose when you have hundreds to thousands of people attending this event over the course of the several weekends it takes place, you're going to run out of things.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Confessions
