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.
Stories (39/0)
- Top Story - September 2023
Highway to the StarsTop Story - September 2023
Now, I’m not going to do this experience justice. I’m not going to be able to describe the feelings and visuals, but I’m hoping it’ll be enough to maybe connect or convince someone enough to seek this sight for themselves.
By Nicole Fenn7 months ago in Wander
When the Pencil Hit the Paper
When I was young, I never understood writing for fun. It honestly just happened. I never sat at the kitchen table pondering potential themes and stories, never created characters and explored their arcs at the familiar and sacred space of my desk. I had a pile of journals that I loved to collect, but never write in, and occasionally I’d sift through and find the prettiest one and just - wing it. At the age I was, I never recognized it as a hobby. I never recognized plot points or utilized character sheets, never made outlines, or even went back and edited what I wrote. I’d open the journal, pick up a pencil, and just write what was on my mind. And somehow, as an 11-year-old, was able to string together enough words and thoughts to create stories - not very flushed out - but they were stories nonetheless.
By Nicole Fenn8 months ago in Writers
Sally Sells Seashells
Where do seashells come from? There exists an incredible sea monster along the ocean floor. A massive monster who many fear just for his size alone, rivaling the biggest whales and even the Kraken itself. This monster, however, is gentle and kind; humble in his trade, and sole purpose dedicated to the creation of small and delicate shells. Crafted from the stones he finds within the ocean’s mud floor, digging and sifting until he finds that perfect stone in which to create his next shell. Using his different tentacles and tools to chip away and shape, and sediment from the ocean floor for its beautiful coloring. From clams to mollusks, barnacles, oysters, scallops, sea snails, and all of the sea urchins, and hermit crabs in between. This monster sees all crustaceans alike to fit and tailor their shells, these smaller creatures even giving the monster a name befitting for their shell maker - Ostrac.
By Nicole Fenn9 months ago in Fiction
Me, Myself, & Anxiety
anx·i·e·ty noun: a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. psychiatry: a mental condition characterized by excessive apprehensiveness about real or perceived threats, typically leading to avoidance behaviors and often to physical symptoms such as increased heart rate and muscle tension.
By Nicole Fenn9 months ago in Psyche
- Top Story - July 2023
- Runner-Up in Past Life Challenge
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 Fenn11 months ago in 01
- Top Story - May 2023
Seeing the LightTop Story - May 2023
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 Fenn12 months 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 Fenn2 years 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 Fenn2 years 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 Fenn2 years ago in Humans