Pamela_Ann95
Bio
I mostly write fiction and don't have a preferred genre. I like to experiment and try new things with my writing.
Stories (6/0)
Invisible Door
We had just moved into an old Victorian house, and we were still unpacking when my birthday came around; the occasion was bittersweet as the whole house was preoccupied with chores and unpacking boxes. I'm pretty sure that, with all the chaos, my family forgot it was my birthday. As the middle child of four kids with parents who never stop working, it's easy to be overlooked; Massie left early this morning, stealing the car and leaving, probably to drive three hours to see her boyfriend. Mom and Dad were livid when they woke up this morning to find that one of their cars was missing; they ran out of the house, taking Amy and May, the twins, with them, leaving me in an unfamiliar place. In their haste, they forgot I was still eating breakfast at the kitchen table. When they finally noticed, they just sent me a text saying how sorry they were; I didn't bother to reply, rolling my eyes and placing the phone on the table. And once again, I'm stuck being alone.
By Pamela_Ann955 months ago in Fiction
Follow
The storm has yet to pass. Luckily, the torrential rain has stopped, making the walk home much more manageable. I wish I could say the same for this wind. I made the unlucky decision today not to tie my long hair back, and now I'm dealing with those consequences. Being me, I did not bring a hair tie, thinking I wouldn't need it. Boy, how wrong I was. I mentally kicked myself for making such a tiny mistake as I made my way down the street, fussing and wrangling my hair out of my face so I could see where I was going so I wouldn't hit a pole like last time. I wish not to talk about it. It was an event I did not want to relive, considering I had an audience then. Pushing that horrible thought out of my head, I kept going down the empty streets, dodging the spray of water as the cars sped by. Nearly ten minutes later, I finally gave up with my hair and stuffed it inside my jacket, pulling the hood over my head for an extra precaution.
By Pamela_Ann955 months ago in Fiction
Magic Bookstore
The day started like any other Saturday morning, with rain casting the town in a dark gray haze. The rain was steady but light as I made my way down the sparse streets of the town. I hummed a random tune as I twirled the umbrella, hopping from puddle to puddle, splashing rainwater on my pants. Saturday mornings always put me in a good mood. It is the one day a week I can visit my favorite place in the world, an old bookstore. The old brick building shows its age compared to the modern shops surrounding it.
By Pamela_Ann955 months ago in Fiction
The Realms
The original Cypress Cemetery was an ancient graveyard said to be filled with the bodies of witches, making the graveyard and surrounding lands cursed and the dirt baron. The old Cypress Cemetery became known as the Witches Graveyard as the trees and plants eventually died off, and soon it started affecting the farmlands. The small town became hysterical, neighbors blaming neighbors, and families turned on one other. One day a farmer's eldest son saw a figure go into the woods, so the young man followed. What he saw had him running back to town and straight to the town's clergymen, where the farmer's son recounted what he saw in the woods. A mob was formed that night; they stormed the house of an older woman and her granddaughter. They forcefully took the granddaughter out of her bed and dragged her to the town square. They bound her wrists and ankles to a wooden table, logs placed around it, ready to burn the witch. Her cheeks were stained with tears as they found her guilty of witchcraft. They burned an innocent soul that night. But she did not go quietly, for the townspeople had wronged her. So, with her last breath, she cursed the village that there would be a day when a greater evil would come and destroy the town of Cypress and all who lived there.
By Pamela_Ann952 years ago in Fiction
A Starless Sky
She gazed up into the starless sky and waited for it to happen, waiting for a sign of their return once again. It had been years since their last visit, and she longed for them to return for her one day. It was especially chilly this night as the gentle autumn breeze caressed her cheek; she tightened the old blanket closer to her body to shield her face from the cold air. Hope once filled her heart with their return, but now all that remains is longing and sorrow, leaving her body and soul empty and alone. She doesn't know why she does it. It just became a habit. One she wishes to break, but somehow, she always finds herself on the cliffside gazing up into the starless sky. Maybe tonight, she says to herself. Every night she is met with disappointment. She longs for her love to be by her side once more; their embrace and love were all she ever wanted, all she ever craved. She knew it could not have lasted. But a part of her wished it could have. The empty night sky had always stared back at her. Its inky black void, along with the soft glow of the two moons, taunts her from above. A deep, longing sigh left her aching chest as she decided to head back inside to warm up by the fireplace.
By Pamela_Ann952 years ago in Fiction