Rebecca Jane Edmonds
Bio
I enjoy writing and expression. I hope you like, what I have written.
Thank you from,
Rebecca Jane Edmonds.
Stories (5/0)
Betwix
Hunters are amber-eyed beings. I sat in my room. To scared to go outside due to the fog that had formed on the ground. It left dead bodies in its wake. No one was outside. Everyone was hidden. Impossiably quiet, 'I thought'. I closed my wings. Later, I would fly. But for now, I remained slient. Josh was in the room next-door. I could hear him talking on the phone.
By Rebecca Jane Edmonds12 months ago in Futurism
Dad's Are No Joke
My dad is in the middle, the back-row of men. To start with, I am a New Zealander, so my dad is a New Zealand man. He was born in Te Awamutu, he went to university, and he was a good tennis player. He was also extremely good at snow skiing, as his mother was born near the Taranaki mountains. We visited this area when I was little and attended a reunion for the Fleming family in New Plymouth. The picture above is the Fleming family reunion. My Grandparents are in the front row.
By Rebecca Jane Edmonds2 years ago in Families
Campfire Ghost Story
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was strange that it was burning, as the cabin was supposed to be empty. Orange, red and yellow heat, flickering alive with forgotten memories. Mesmerizing as I stood close by, the hypnotic flame of my life beside me. Although no one had been living in the cabin, the grass path had been cleared up to the front door. It had become a desolate place, full of sad memories, where the living didn't bother to visit anymore. But today, it looked lived-in, not the haunted ghost house from yesteryear that I nostalgically recalled. No, that's right, we were just kids then. If I remember correctly, it had all the modern facilities, apart from the long drop outside.
By Rebecca Jane Edmonds2 years ago in Fiction
Bullseye
My name is Jacintha Fleming. I'm named after a rare butterfly that lands on Brooke Sheilds' hand in the movie; The Blue Lagoon, by Henry De Vere Sackpoole. The Great Eggfly; also known as Jacintha Eggfly, Hypolimnas bolina, or the Blue Moon butterfly in New Zealand, is my ascendancy. I am in my sixteenth year as a fifteen-year-old girl. I love my family. I have bewitching jet black hair that shines in the sun, and am green-eyed like the sea on a stormy day. I inherited the gift of an infectious grin from my father, which is a lucky charm. We wear our gift every Sunday, when we go to the local Catholic Church. My parents promote a strict catholic environment within our family home, marking religion as a way of life for me. The previous generations have placed paramount importance on getting to know their church community, and on bible studies.
By Rebecca Jane Edmonds2 years ago in Families
