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.
Achievements (1)
Stories (41/0)
Rumpelstiltskin and The Miller’s Daughter
The King was dead. It was the talk of the whole village. Everyone had their suspicions, but the main suspect was Rumpelstiltskin. He was known for his schemes and tricks, so blaming him was easy. Some people were skeptical and thought the Millers' daughter did it. She had more motive than anyone. Now, this could have been a coincidence, but it just so happened that her father mysteriously died on the same day as the King. The events leading up to the King’s murder were unclear to the public, but the Prince announced that he would not stop until he found Rumpelstiltskin. He reassured everyone his soon to be wife, Hope, had no part in the crime. She was simply a victim. The only problem was the day after their wedding. The people somehow forgot, except me. You miss one royal wedding, and your life is forever changed. These secrets will never leave my lips.
By Stephanie Downard8 months ago in Fiction
W.I.N.D
Before the leaves on the trees swayed and rustled or, the ocean water rippled, things were calm. The stale air was all people knew. There was no breeze. In fact, that word didn’t even exist. For no one knew how miserable things really were. They were clueless. The simple task of opening windows had no relevance. Hot sticky days were just that and nothing more. There was no release from the heat. Nothing to ease the sweat, nothing to whip your hair around, tumbleweeds sat motionless. If people didn’t know any better, it could have been considered pure hell. Until one marvelous day, but I’m getting ahead of myself. If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m talking about wind. If you didn’t know, well then, that’s an entirely different problem that I don’t have time to deal with.
By Stephanie Downard9 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Dancing with Distraction Challenge
Her Name Was Iris
I observed from a distance. Every move she made caused my heart to race. Her beauty was radiant, even in the dim light. I longed to touch that silky black hair. Wild and free, just like her. It was like watching a willow tree flow in the wind. As the sunrise peaked, the colorful hues cast rays on her golden brown eyes. I was captivated. My binoculars and I became one. Putting them down felt like I lost a part of myself. Looking away was impossible.
By Stephanie Downard11 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2023
The Buried LoverTop Story - June 2023
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 Downard11 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2023