Rebecca Ontiveros
Bio
Wife, Mom, Writer. Nothing could be better
Stories (7/0)
Promise Made
Chapter 1 I hate the sound of clinking metal it always leads to death, but there’s no talking my father out of going to the woods. I’ve tried for years, but here we are, yet again. He’ll never be able to see them as human. To him, everything wrong with the world is the fault of all things magic. My father’s men pass without a second glance as I stomp to the end of the hall. Trying to summon my confidence in my stride, but I’m still uneasy at the thought of seeing him. I lose my pace when his office comes into view. My fear of his disapproval draining me of what little strength I mustered just moments ago.
By Rebecca Ontiveros2 years ago in Fiction
SWF - Trials of Fantasy
Chapter 1 – War “Pencils down.” Ms. Jana clicks her watch to stop its beeping. The thin, gold band sits tastefully around her caramel wrist. She slides her hands behind her back as she scans the room for anyone still attempting to answer questions.
By Rebecca Ontiveros2 years ago in Fiction
Never Fit Again
Destined to never fit again The tears on my cheeks are heavy and full of melancholy. Nothing fits me anymore. The clothes I’ve owned for years. The things I wore when we were dating. The dress I wore for our wedding, sewn to perfectly fit the body I once had; something I know will never fit me again. Clothes I can’t get myself to say goodbye to because I’m still holding out hope for something I know will never come.
By Rebecca Ontiveros2 years ago in Poets
Frozen Memories
I pull the buds from my ears, and they ring against the silent snow fall. My father always described this place as full of life. Green grass as far as the eye could see, beautifully trimmed trees for endless shade, and the large shimmering pond that was so clean and clear you could see your reflection. But this… this is a desert of snow. A blinding white that makes me want to close my eyes just to escape its void. Large, dark, leafless trees that look like they just stepped right out of a horror movie. And the pond, frozen over and littered with patches of sullied snow. The only sign of civilization is the single bench set beside the frozen pond.
By Rebecca Ontiveros3 years ago in Families
A Ravens Sky
Each steel cage lines up precisely along the edge of the transmutation-circle. It’s the kind of perfection better meant for an eerie painting rather than present existence. I’m careful as I step over the white-dusted line. It wasn’t enough for Eden to draw over the wood, she chipped into it to create a permanent etching of her unholy circle. The chalk is darker in certain areas, and lighter in the others. Eden must have grown impatient with her own hand. The drawing stretches across the room, barely leaving a gap between itself and the walls. Every symbol within it is illegible to me – me not having the required knowledge to understand the unspoken language. She explained the process, but her words went right over my head. But her voice – her soft, feminine voice – spoke so fondly of her alchemy, treating it as a separate entity in need of affection.
By Rebecca Ontiveros3 years ago in Fiction