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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The Summer of Innocence
It was the summer of 1989. I was a ten-year-old little girl whose entire life had been drastically turned upside down. You see, I had always been a daddy's girl. My daddy was my hero, my protector, and my very best friend. I followed him everywhere, in fact, he often called me "shadow".
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Fiction
The Witches Barn
Ever since I was a small child my grandparents forbid me to go near the old barn that quietly sits in the field behind their house. My grandfather refused to even enter the barn past dark. Grandmother wouldn’t go near the barn period; she even kept the curtains closed in the dining room because the window looked directly out across the field where the barn was located.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Horror
The End of Summer
I write this with tears in my eyes as I am reminded of how fragile that life undeniably is. Time passes us by so quickly and all that it leaves us with are those precious memories. By the time that you read this, I will be long gone. I never thought that I would be writing a letter to the new owners of this most special place. Before you tear it down to make way for a new modern farm, I wanted you to know just how beloved and cherished that this place has always been to me. I hope that you can take some of the magical, nostalgic memories and enlace them into your new life here.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Confessions
3:15
Steven and his family have just moved into a vast, ultra-modern mansion deep within the Tennessee mountains. Steven immediately begins to have vivid dreams and horrific hallucinations which leads him to believe that he knows what happened to the former family that resided in the home.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Horror
The Wendigo Possession
My passion for writing began at a very young age. Growing up in a disfunctional and often abusive home, writing provided an escape for me. I would secretly keep journals and diaries. I use the word "secretly" because I wasn't allowed to have them. While I was away at school my mother would search my room; if she found my journals she would read them and then I'd be punished for what I had written in them. I actually hid my journals beneath floorboards and in the ceiling to prevent her from finding them.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Journal
Okonomiyaki
Okonomiyaki After years of visualizing and planning, I was finally able to see my dream of traveling to Japan become a reality. I had learned enough of the language to get myself around adequately. I knew what many of the symbols and signs meant and I was more than anxious to take part in the culture that I had so thoroughly and comprehensively studied for years.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Feast
I Was Here
Dear Diary June, 11th 2021
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Fiction
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