Stephanie Hoogstad
Bio
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Stories (147/0)
- Top Story - March 2024
La Belle Fatale, Part Two
Author’s Note: This story is a sequel to the story “La Belle Fatale”. For the first part, follow this link below: Leaves crunched beneath hooves as the winged horse landed in the clearing. Atop the winged horse sat The Belle, adorned in her peasant’s garb, leather riding gloves, and a mud-brown cloak. Before them stretched a fork in the road, one path leading towards the town and the other towards King Adam’s castle.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Fiction
La Belle Fatale
The Belle stood proudly as they led her to the Beast’s chambers. She glanced around at the decrepit castle, with its mold-covered buttresses and draping spiderwebs. She wondered how long it had been since someone had been brought in to clean—and what kind of monster could live in these crumbling ruins.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024
My Alien VacationTop Story - February 2024
For my school break, we went on vacation to a backwoods planet in some faraway galaxy. The inhabitants call it Earth. It is mostly visited by scientific expeditions and poachers looking for exotic pets to sell on the black market, but my parents thought that it would be a good learning experience for my little sister and me. They wouldn’t even let me take my immersive reality suit with me, so it was a real snore fest. At least, it would have been if they hadn’t let me take Zorg with us.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Fiction
Celeste and Little One
Celeste watched over the field as the other unicorns grazed beneath the rainbow arch. She could not bear to face them. It was her fiftieth Gathering Under the Rainbow, and she still had not found her rainbow. They would brand her with the colorless rainbow for sure. She would be an outcast, a pariah.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024
The Selkie’s SkinTop Story - February 2024
I can hear her searching for me downstairs. Utensils and jewelry clang against the floor as she tosses them out of every drawer imaginable. The drawers themselves land with a thud against the hardwood floor as she throws them out of their slots, desperate to find my hiding place. I can imagine her flinging her husband’s clothes through the air as she ravages his closet, hoping to find some secret compartment concealed within.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction