Robin Trent
Bio
All my life I have imagined people and characters and different scenes and had story ideas. I am so glad that I am finally writing and able to put my stories out there for people to read. I grew up a voracious reader, and love Fantasy.
Stories (2/0)
Grandma Tilley
Meg knelt in front of the steamer trunk, its worn brown leather felt smooth under her hands and hinted at the secrets that lay within. The brass fittings and name plate gleamed in the early morning light declaring that it belonged to Margaret Tilley, her grandmother whose namesake she bore. Grandma had died a few weeks ago and now her children were sorting through her things. Everyone wanted Meg out of the way, so they suggested she take a look in the attic and see what she could find up there.
By Robin Trent3 years ago in Families
Drunk Possession
The rain had stopped and the black, paved road had a reflective sheen that showed off the lights from the street lamps. Water dripped from trees making a staccato plopping sound as it hit the pavement while tree frogs sang their summer song. The area was completely deserted at this time of the morning, save for one lone man who staggered down the sidewalk, swaying here and there as he made his way to a destination he was unsure of. His surroundings looked vaguely familiar to him and he squinted, as if that lone action would make everything come into focus and he would know where he was.
By Robin Trent3 years ago in Horror
