Stephanie Battle
Bio
I always loved to write imaginary stories as a child. The stories calmed me and were my escape.
Hi, my name is Stephanie and I think writing, especially writing to connect with one's self, can be enjoyable and uplifting.
Stories (4/0)
The Thief's Disguise
We were introduced by a common acquaintance; Jim if I remember right. Jim put the two of us together because I wanted to invest and Bitcoin was on the rise even if it had a moment when it did hit a low. Jim gave me Brian's telephone number to correspond on WhatsApp and at first, Brian was very nice. Brian was strictly a businessman. He did not make jokes and talked only about money. I did not find it strange that I was corresponding with a man I never met or seen before. Most of the time Brian texted me around 3 a.m. my time, which was 8 a.m. his time. The time difference was troublesome at first, but I seemed to adjust after a while.
By Stephanie Battle3 years ago in Criminal
Her Flight
Who would have thought it would be a life-changing event. One that would have her rethink and take a deeper look at herself. She thought it would be a simple solo adventure and anticipated no real excitement to come out of it, boy was she wrong. It started when she arrived at the airport, after checking her baggage, she slipped into a cozy airport chair awaiting her flight to begin boarding. Her first time in 1st class should be thrilling she thought. She remembered how in movies 1st class meant royalty and prestige. She thought it would be an excellent birthday present to herself to be among those who drink champagne and eat caviar.
By Stephanie Battle3 years ago in Wander
Their Dance
They were together for what seemed like an eternity, both knew the other's thoughts because they were synced. The regard they held for one another, in the beginning, was very high and they only wanted to create happiness in the lives of their partner. The happiness was what drove their steps and desires. The music they moved to, at first, duplicated their heartbeat, but that slowly changed. Somehow one of them missed a step or forgot the beat for they tumbled and fell away from each other, him first. He went away to chase his hidden dream, a lost fantasy he could not cast away no more. He did not think she would understand the fantasy that lurked within him, so he suffocated it and diverted all his passion away from it and onto her. He did not know that his fantasy was connected to their dance, until it stopped. Did he think she could stop dancing because he did? The dance was all she knew, she danced before she opened her eyes in the morning, before her feet could be placed on the floor, her dance begun. She still dances as if he was still by her side. It is almost automatic, like breathing, she cannot rid of it because it is a part of her.
By Stephanie Battle3 years ago in Humans
Journey
It started with an awakening, not just one, but multiple awakenings simultaneously. They grooved and intertwined unknown to the many connections they made. Sometimes the journey seemed endless and other times the journey must be repeated; maybe more than twice. For one, it will be life-changing for it needs to be. Another may only need a fraction of what it takes to discover the meaning or may never discover it at all. Sad to say fear can do more harm than good or can be the defining factor.
By Stephanie Battle3 years ago in Humans
