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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Scarecrow's Song
Rain lashed against the bookstore window, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey. Amelia, lost in a dusty tome on forgotten folklore, barely registered the frantic chime of the doorbell. It was well past closing time, but curiosity tugged at her.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Horror
The Dragon Within
The year of the Dragon roars with its fiery energy, a fitting backdrop for the transformation brewing within me. International Women's Day approaches, a day to celebrate the strength and resilience of women everywhere. Yet, staring at the blank page, I felt a hollowness. How could I celebrate others when I struggled to find inspiration within myself?
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Motivation
Mamaw Magic
Dust motes danced in the spring sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating the battleground – the living room. Mountains of clothes towered on chairs, magazines overflowed from coffee tables, and a general sense of disarray reigned supreme. I groaned, the familiar dread of spring cleaning settling in my stomach.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Families
A Friendship Forged in Lilies
The air shimmered with the promise of spring on Easter morning. Sunlight, like scattered jewels, kissed the windowpanes of the hospital room, painting a mosaic on the pale walls. Inside, wrapped in a cocoon of white sheets, I cradled a tiny miracle in my arms. He had arrived a chorus of cries just after sunrise, a perfect counterpoint to the church bells that tolled the joyous news of Easter Sunday.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Families
The Awakening of Hollow Creek
The sun peeked through the frost-laced window, breaking the news: spring had arrived. But in the sleepy town of Hollow Creek, the air held a different chill. An unsettling stillness had settled, replacing the usual chirps of birds and the hum of life. Old Man Silas, the town's lone historian, muttered about an ancient prophecy inscribed on the weather vane atop the abandoned church. It spoke of a "crooked spring," a season heralding not renewal, but an ancient evil.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Horror
The Great Sugar Rush Chronicles
In a world dusted with sugar and filled with the sweet scent of vanilla, lived a community of Peeps. There were Peeps of all shapes and sizes, from the classic chicks to the s'mores-flavored delights, each with their own unique personalities.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Feast
In the Year of the Dragon: Echoes of Courage and Hope
As the Year of the Dragon ignites with its theme of strength and resilience, my gaze falls upon a woman who embodies these very attributes – Malala Yousafzai, the young Pakistani activist who championed the right to education for girls. Her story resonates deeply, mirroring the fiery spirit of the dragon as she faced adversity with unwavering courage and ignited a global movement for change.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Motivation
From Broken Pieces to Mosaic
Lila always carried the weight of the past on her small shoulders. Orphaned at a young age, she bounced from foster home to foster home, never quite fitting in. Each goodbye etched a deeper scar, leaving her feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece, never belonging to the whole picture.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey2 months ago in Motivation