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Rebecca Lynn Ivey
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I wield words to weave tales across genres, but my heart belongs to the shadows.
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My Dear Friend Helga
"My birthday had been ruined, I stormed away with tears in my eyes." When I was very young my grandpa gave me a pear tree for my birthday, I was humiliated and angry. All of the other children were given toys and other delightful, exciting gifts on their birthdays...why did I get a boring, dumb ol' pear tree? I walked away, leaving my grandpa holding his precious gift.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Families
1776
It was the Fall of 1776, I had just turned sixteen years old and I was excited to finally be considered a full-fledged woman. Two hundred and forty-five years ago the justification of adulthood was much more diverse. Many of the women my age were already married and starting families. I was a late-bloomer, I suppose that my Papa wanted to hold on to me for a long as he possibly could. Everybody knew that as soon as this day arrived I would marry Oliver Smith. He was such a handsome young man, with his bright blue eyes and charming smile he could captivate everyone except for my Papa.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Fiction
Tennessee-Really Weird Food
I have been a proud resident of the Volunteer State for forty-five years. I've visited other places, but I could never wait to get back home to my beautiful mountains. It's hard to imagine a more beautiful place than Tennessee during Autumn. The mountains turn every shade of vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows; it's truly a magical sight to behold and people come from all over the country come to see these magnificent sights.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Feast
An Offering Of Hope
"As I gazed through the window of what was once my warm familiar kitchen, I knew that all was not lost." The storm had claimed so much when the tempestuous EF-5 tornado raged through the neighborhood. I can still hear that horrible, frightening sound in my head. The constant rumble and low roar like a waterfall of whooshing air. The most prominent smell of vegetation combined with the stink of natural gas. I watched as the big, greenish-grey column of twisting air descended down without mercy or leniency.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Motivation
H E L L H O U S E
My name is Susanna Smith and these are the notes that I have taken during my investigation of Hell House. I live in a sleepy little town that is nestled deep in the Appalachian Mountains. The population is less than 1,000 people. It's a friendly little place where everybody knows everything about everyone. For the most part, the townsfolk are kind and caring citizens. There are only two traffic lights in town, separated by an old, cracked road that is in desperate need of repairs. Government funding is rarely spread out into our neck of the woods. I suppose that such a small, insignificant place doesn't need it as much as the more prominent towns.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Fiction
Amazing History That's Not In The Books
It's time to forget what you read in all of those history books in school. More often than not they only told one side of a story filled with nuance. Taking a break from the usual story writing, I have spent some time now peeling back the layers of stories "that we thought we knew". I collected over fifty interesting historical facts and have narrowed it down to this list of my most favorite ones. I truly hope that you enjoy this time stacking project and maybe even learn something new.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in FYI