Stephanie Colella
Stories (11/0)
A Critique of The Good Earth
Depression. Dark. Deterioration. “The Good Earth” is insulting and disrespectful to women. It is appalling to read from a feminist point of view. A story of a woman who kills her own children and hides in the shadows of her husband. The story highlights death and famine with no hope.
By Stephanie Colella 8 months ago in Critique
Climbing from Graves
It was an ordinary summer day when my life changed forever. I was on vacation with my family and loving every minute of it. We spent days at the beach and nights eating dessert on the balcony. I knew I felt off, but I was determined to not let it ruin our trip. The last day, we packed the car with our bikes and set off for a trail. The coffee was fresh and morning air was crisp. My two-year-old was strapped in a bike car seat attached to my ride. She was excited and this was the first time we would be using the car seat. I rode off in front of my husband and made it far ahead of him. When I got to the top of a hill, I suddenly felt out of breath. This was not normal for me. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ear drum. I attempted to slow down and rest, but the weight of the bike was too much. I collapsed and blacked out. My child was still in her car seat, unharmed, but very upset. Moments later, my husband caught up and was checking our child and myself for injuries. We both were okay, except for my blackout. I agreed it was time to see a doctor.
By Stephanie Colella 12 months ago in Motivation
Lost
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The shutters around the window illuminated and grew brighter as the flame grew stronger. Mist filled the air with a sweet, alluring fragrance. The ground was covered in branches with a dirt path that led to the house. Darkness was slowly taking ahold of the November sky. The temperature was also beginning to drop, and frost would be near.
By Stephanie Colella 2 years ago in Horror
Second Chance
Autumn leaves covered my car creating a scenic shade of fall. I took a deep breath and inhaled the crisp air. A light breeze brushed my neck and I bundled my jacket. The weather was cooler than usual for September. It was always my favorite time of year. There is something exciting about needing a light coat and a warm coffee.
By Stephanie Colella 3 years ago in Humans
Desi and the Dream
In 1933, cheers filled the streets of Pamplona. The adrenaline and excitement were overwhelming to everyone near and far of the event. Desi Baldwin took a long drag from her gold-plated cigarette holder. She leaned over the small balcony and took in the moment. She wasn’t sure of the customs in Spain, but she knew this moment was unlike any she would ever witness in her life again. She traveled with friends across the sea on a whim.
By Stephanie Colella 3 years ago in Fiction
The Cheery, Cherry Murders
Ariana Torres stood at a three-car crash site and laughed loudly. Mascara ran down her cheeks and lipstick was smeared across her face. What caused her to lose her mind? People and medical staff were rushing to the scene and she just watched with a crooked smile. Her jeans were covered in blood, but not her own. The neon tank top she once picked out to stand out, was torn and shredded. It now drew attention for a different reason. She looked like she went through a war. Ariana took out a cigarette and lighter from her pocket and lit up. This is exactly what she wanted to happen that day.
By Stephanie Colella 3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Birthday
Sarah Robinson took a seat closest to the window at the coffee shop. She slowly sipped her hot caramel macchiato and broke off a crumb of her scone. She smiled for a moment as she remembered how last month how she shared her orange flavored snack with her son, Julius. Her joy quickly faded and a frown took its place. The coffee shop was busy with sounds of grinding and foaming of drinks. The air was filled with a pleasant aroma. Usually this makes Sarah happy and relaxed, but today she found it was causing her grief.
By Stephanie Colella 3 years ago in Families
The Barnyard Babes
The midnight air brushed on her cheeks as she stalked into the old barn. Her dark hair lightly tapped her lower back. She was in her mid 40’s and desperately wanted to reconnect to her youth. Her name was Jezebel and her eyes were a radiant green with specs of brown in them. She wasn’t a patient woman and she was pacing back and forth. Her thin frame made her appear hungry with an appetite she couldn’t satisfy.
By Stephanie Colella 3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Humanity
I wandered alone for what seemed like weeks before collapsing at the foot of the beach. My soles were worn, my skin burned, and my body was just going through the motions. Alone, hungry, tired, and lost. My mind seemed empty. When was the last time I ate? When was the last time I saw another person? When was the last time I heard someone call my name, Alexandria?
By Stephanie Colella 3 years ago in Fiction