Rheanna Douglas
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What Went Down Behind the Bull Pen
Twelve year old Michael Horne tenuously leaned against the huge wooden corral, keeping a cautious eye on the massive beast it contained. The bull, heaving its colossal head with inimitable ferocity, kicked and bucked in circles around his pen. Blowing dust off the ground with each great snort, making it appear as if smoke poured from his nostrils as depicted in cartoons.
By Rheanna Douglas3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2021
Birds, Bees, and ButterfliesTop Story - August 2021
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved playing in the dirt. I remember the fondness with which my father would recall the time when he first handed a very young me a squiggling, slimy earthworm. He said the sound that erupted along with the expression on my little face was nothing short of sheer delight.
By Rheanna Douglas3 years ago in Potent
It Was a Piece of Cake
Ettie poured the thick, brown batter into the pan, using a spatula to scrape the last little bits of it down the sides. Reminding herself to refrain from licking her fingers, no matter how she may have subconsciously been tempted to do so.
By Rheanna Douglas3 years ago in Fiction