Stephanie Hudson
Bio
The feeling I get from writing is like no other, it is very theraputic for me. The freedom I feel from writing is almost euphoric. I am at my best when I write short stories. Enjoy and blessings to you all.
Stories (2/0)
Baby Blues
From the moment I found out that I was pregnant and everyday after that for the next nine months I experienced every emotion known to man, from joy to anxiety to fear and paranoia but the one emotion that I felt the most was happiness. I discovered I was pregnant with my first child at the age of thirty six. After my thirty fifth birthday I never imagined that I would conceive a child, I assumed that motherhood was not in the cards for me, maybe GOD did not think I was fit to be a mother, maybe it was something wrong with me - a million self doubt thoughts flooded my head. Then to my surprise on super bowl Sunday of 2020 I found out that I was pregnant. For the first three months I lived in fear everyday that I would miscarry because I was in my late thirties and because I made myself believe that GOD would not bless ME with something so special and precious ( since my late teens I have had a on again off again relationship with GOD but that's a story for another day) I even went to the hospital and complained of stomach pain just so I could get an ultrasound picture to prove to myself that I has a little angle growing inside of me. From the moment the nurse placed the picture of my daughters ultrasound in my hands it was a concoction of joy and excitement mixed with a little fear from that moment on. I couldn't wait to meet my mini me and give her the life I always wished I had as a child.
By Stephanie Hudson3 years ago in Families
Lauren DeBeaux
August 1st 1990 On this day in 1970 my husband was arrested and sent to prison for twenty five years for his part in running a drug and prostitution ring in Chesterton, North Carolina. One year later he was killed in prison and from his death I inherited a five hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy and I also inherited two acres of land and the home we shared together in Chesterton. The locals in Chesterton gossip that I had something to do with my husband being arrested and for once they are right. My husband who’s name was Jason was the town’s golden boy. He came from a wealthy family and was the star basketball player of his high school basketball team. He was tall and handsome and had a smile that could light up anyroom. Jason worked at his parents grocery store after school where he was often seen sneaking free food away to the customers who didn't have enough money to pay their bill. The town looked at Jason as the young man with the heart of gold and they hated me for taking him away from them. When Jason graduated from high school his mother fell ill with cancer, so instead of going to college as he had planned Jason stayed in Chesterton and took a job at the local steel mill to stay close to his mother. I first met Jason working at a local bar in town as a barmaid. Jason would come in every Friday with his co-workers after work for a drink. Right away I could see that Jason was not like his other co workers, while the majority of his friends would get pissy drunk and gamble all their wages away for the week in card games, Jason would just sit back in his chair and sip his drink while listening to the live band play music. I also noticed that Jason was not a big drinker, he never ordered more than one or two drinks while his co workers would order drinks until they couldn't stand up straight. On several occasions a few of Jason’s co workers would get into drunken fights at the bar and being the good friend that Jason was he would always break it up and make sure that no one was hurt and that everyone got home safe. Even more interesting was the fact that Jason never talked to me or flirted with me. Every man that entered that bar at some point tried to hit on me but Jason never did, he actually never even looked my way unless he was ordering a drink. I started to think in the back of my mind that he may have been gay until one day he proved me compltley wrong and pushed that thought right out of my brain. One friday night I was working at the bar when Jason and his co workers entered the bar for their regular friday night routine, that's when one of the men approached me and ordered a shot of whisky, apparently I did not pour the shot fast enough because the next thing I knew the man jumped behind the bar and put his hands around my neck yelling and screaming that I was taking to long to prepare his drink. Scared and gasping for air I attempted to grab the baseball bat from behind the bar to hit the man with so he would stop choking me and before I could Jason jumped up from his bar stool grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him to the middle of the bar room floor where he consistently punched the man in the face until some of his other co workers pulled him off the asshole. I stood up gasping for air and completely shocked at what just happened, Jason walked over to me and led me to sit down at a table across the room.
By Stephanie Hudson3 years ago in Humans
