Robin Edwards
Bio
Robin is a veteran, having proudly served in the United States Air Force. She worked as a speech therapist for several years before retiring. She enjoys writing, working on art, and margaritas!
Stories (43/0)
Putting Robin Together Again
Putting Robin Together Again Innocence Lost What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. That’s what they say anyway. But death seemed like a sweet release from the nightmare I was trapped in. This is my story, my journey into overwhelming darkness and my struggle to find light again, to find hope and peace.
By Robin Edwards3 years ago in Psyche
My Last Breath
My Last Breath I arrived home around 2 am. I was still a little buzzed from margaritas, and a few hits off a blunt. I had been at a gathering at my friend Coleba’s house. As the midnight hour approached, we began telling ghost stories. I had sat back against a pile of oversized pillows, and let the mood wash over me. I loved a good ghost story! My friend Jess was recounting a story from when he was a kid. His voice was low, and began swaying through the story like a brewing storm. The room was quiet as he spoke, but I could almost hear every bump in the night, malicious whisper, and distant scratches on the window as he continued. My heart was pounding by the time he let out a loud frightening moan, and yelled “Boo”! We all jumped, startled by the sudden break from quiet ghostly anticipation. I laughed along with the others, but I was a little disappointed that there was no ghostly ending, no evil apparition that haunted his memory still.
By Robin Edwards3 years ago in Horror
Doomsday Locket
Doomsday Locket Written by Robin Edwards Chapter One The Sister I hated that locket, yet I wore it around my neck every day as a reminder. A reminder of what I did. I could feel it laying lightly against my chest. I knew the curve of its shape, the feel of its roughness against my skin without even thinking about it. Sometimes I wondered if I could actually feel it anymore, or if it was just my imagination. It had laid against my chest now for seven years. Seven long years of guilt, seven long years of sadness, and fear.
By Robin Edwards3 years ago in Horror