Renee Watley
Bio
I am a storyteller. Music, novels, theater, any way I can create a story the better. Hopefully there's someone out there who likes what I have to say.
Thank you for reading.
Stories (10/0)
- Top Story - March 2024
A Midnight WalkTop Story - March 2024
I cannot sleep. This isn't super unusual, I almost always have trouble sleeping, but lately it's gotten worse. I sit in bed for hours with my eyes closed, my boyfriend of seven years, Joey, snoring peacefully next to me. The blankets suddenly feel oppressively warm and stifling. I kick them off in a frenzy, trying to roll back over and be content with just the top sheet. It's not enough. I can't stop my anxious thoughts from racing through my perpetual inability to find a new job after unexpectedly losing my last one; my fear that Joey and I would eventually be priced out of our rental house because everything is so goddamn expensive; my constant fear of losing everything because life is just so damn expensive; the ever looming fear of war brewing abroad and the civil war brewing at home. I can't stop thinking about the fear-mongering and vitriolic hate that will likely flood my social media later this election year. It makes me sick. What if HE wins again?
By Renee Watleyabout a month ago in Fiction
Finding Thornfield
Part the First- "What a consternation of soul was mine that dreary afternoon! How all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection! Yet in what darkness, what dense ignorance, was the mental battle fought! I could not answer the ceaseless inward question--why I thus suffered; now at the distance of--I will not say how many years, I see it clearly." Chapter 2. Jane Eyre
By Renee Watley2 years ago in Fiction
Operation Atlas
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, as I floated next to the latest of several ships to head to the Mars colony, the Titan, watching Earth be devoured by the monster, I knew that every single being in the universe could hear me. Even if that meant just the rest of my team.
By Renee Watley2 years ago in Fiction
A Valley Dark and Scorned
CHAPTER ONE- “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Jon turned to Anya with furrowed brows, tightening his coat as the cold wind whipped around their lookout tower. It was less than five feet from the steep Ivory Cliffs that looked directly down onto the dragon-ridden Valley, making it the coldest and most miserable of all the outpost towers. It was also the one that Anya insisted they take each time they were on lookout duty.
By Renee Watley2 years ago in Fiction
