Stephanie Downard
Bio
I'm a mom of 3 plus a bonus son. I've discovered I love writing, and in my free time, that's what I do! I may not be the best, but that will not stop me! It can only go up from here! I hope you enjoy the words that trickle out of my head.
Stories (35/0)
The Buried Lover
It was the wee hours of the morning and the perfect time to do the deed. I knew it was wrong, but my selfish tendencies got in the way. Did his mom really think one tiny film canister was enough? What I was about to do was immoral on so many levels. Even my little brother, who would do anything for me, refused to help. I had some good friends, though. I knew this would follow us to our graves.
By Stephanie Downard4 days ago in Fiction
The Collection
Ella had been flying for minutes, hours, she didn't know, but it seemed like days. She was tired of the air. All she wanted to do was land. Her father, Bert, and mother, Ava, did all they could to keep Ella calm, but both were panicked. It wasn't unusual for them to take flight. They did it daily, but today was different. Danger followed them. It chased after Ella, Bert, and Ava like a wolf pursuing its prey.
By Stephanie Downard2 months ago in Fiction
The Dimension of Fear
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” “What was in the mirror, Ruby?” “Look, Dr., Whatever your name is. You're the third psychiatrist I've seen. It doesn't matter; I know what I saw was real. I'm not crazy, and I know it wasn't hallucinations.”
By Stephanie Downard2 months ago in Fiction
The Blackened Glass
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was dangerous to watch, but I did it anyway. I loved the thrill of it all. The exhilaration I felt didn't compare to anything else. Of course, it had its downfalls. Maybe downfalls isn't a strong enough word. Destruction, devastation, now those two words describe it better. You know the old saying beauty is pain. Well, in this case, it's true. Although those clouds were magnificently beautiful, havoc reigned along with them.
By Stephanie Downard3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Behind the Glass
I watched her every day for as long as I have been here. The essence of her beauty filled the aquarium. It memorized me how her long golden hair fell loosely over her shoulders. Nothing compared to how the sun glistened off the water to expose her bright blue eyes. I got lost in them all the time, keeping my distance to avoid appearing creepy. I knew every inch of her body. My eyes traced her silhouette as her form-fitting uniform revealed all her beautiful curves. I loved how her cute little nose and plump lips perfectly fit her face. Her hands looked so smooth and inviting as she cleaned the glass. I imagined what it would feel like to caress them, how I longed to hold her body close to mine. Daydreaming about her made the days pass easier. I discreetly followed her as she cleaned my windows throughout the tank, always amazed by her perfection. She was the only reason I showed myself.
By Stephanie Downard7 months ago in Fiction
The Dasher Diet
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I’ve driven by it my whole life. The cabin was tucked nicely within the trees outside of town, but if you looked at the right moment, a person could get a good glimpse. The path that once led up to it was no longer in existence. Bushes and weeds had consumed the entire area. I’m sure before my time it was a beautiful place. As a little girl, I remembered questioning my mom about why the cabin looked so sad. She always replied with the same answer,
By Stephanie Downard11 months ago in Horror
