Rebecca Key
Bio
I am a free spirit chasing my dream of becoming a successful writer. I have autism spectrum disorder, which I believe allows me to see the world in a different way than most people do. I credit my creativity to this.
Stories (9/0)
Thank You For My Life, Mom
Dear Mom, Your time ran out before I could tell you everything that I wanted to. I never got to thank you for shaping my life into what it is today. I know that you are gone, but I like to imagine that these words will still find you somehow.
By Rebecca Key2 years ago in Families
2,107 Sunsets Ago
One hundred and thirty two Americans successfully ended their lives on December 21, 2015. I should have been among them. My plans had been in the making for five long and painful months. That day and everything leading up to it changed who I was forever.
By Rebecca Key3 years ago in Psyche
One More Conversation With Mom
I gaze out the window at the midnight sky. I feel as small and insignificant as the tiny pinpoints of light in the wide expanse of darkness. I never felt that way while Mom was alive. Now that she's gone, I struggle to find any purpose in my life.
By Rebecca Key3 years ago in Fiction
The Phenomenon at Derby Pond
A strange phenomenon is occurring. Many ponds throughout the world appear to be frozen to a minority of people, even though they are not. For this thirteen percent of the population, the phenomenon is disrupting their lives. It's causing division with those who question their honesty and sanity, as well as jealousy of those who wish they one of the rare people who can see the frozen ponds. Derby Pond is one of these ponds, and I'm one of these thirteen percent.
By Rebecca Key3 years ago in Fiction
Luminous Lime
Grace wanted to turn around and leave. She couldn't pinpoint why her heart raced, goosebumps rose up on her arms, and she got a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was the kind of feeling that you might imagine having in a haunted house where your fear stems from something unseen.
By Rebecca Key3 years ago in Fiction
The Strongest Force on Earth
I look over at Jaxson as he sleeps, sprawled out on a blanket in the sand. The sun shining down on his face gives it a radiance that seems to belong there. How lucky am I that the last man on earth is so delightfully handsome? I let my eyes wander over his thin, muscular body, bronzed from the sun. In the year since we found each other, I've explored every inch of that body. My gaze slowly travels all the way up to his sandy, blonde hair. I sigh happily.
By Rebecca Key3 years ago in Fiction
