Stephanie Nielsen
Bio
All the power held
I can create and destroy
With a simple pen
Achievements (1)
Stories (27/0)
Reunited
Eleanore awoke with a slight start as a coarse but gentle hand settled on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open to see a dark and handsome young man sitting by her bedside, his black curls poking out from under his top hat and the golden chain of his pocket watch trailing across his vest.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Humans
Pandemic PSA
Let’s face it - 2020 was rough. In the US alone, mass unemployment stripped millions of financial security, racial tensions reached a (long overdue) boiling point, bipartisan fighting and a historic election threatened the values of our democracy, and everything was underscored by a pandemic that cost people around the globe their lives, livelihoods, and ways of life.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Styled
The Hoot of an Owl
“Everything you build will crumble, and everything you cherish will be ripped from your clutches at the hoot of an owl.” Those were her last words, the final offering of a fallen queen before the broadsword swung and the transition of power was complete. To say that it shook the prince - now king - is a grave understatement. Imagine him standing there, armored in haughty superiority and adorned in shining triumph after a six-summer campaign - and the final act is blemished by the venom of a headless snake.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Futurism
Shadows
The dim, orange light emitting from the streetlights did little to cut through the foggy gloom enveloping the quiet, cobbled street. Dark house facades rose up on either side, their blackened windows staring like sunken eyes at nothing yet seeming to follow Ashley’s every move. She drew her gray overcoat closer, shuddering unconsciously as the fog roiled and swirled around her legs. She had walked down Amity Street every night for two years, but that night it seemed unwelcoming…hostile. She felt like an outsider stumbling onto sacred grounds. An intruder.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Horror
Move
Music is my lifeblood, my solace and my drive, and one of the few things that can unequivocally energize my body and mind. Throughout life I’ve had a playlist for just about everything – from the lively, bass-heavy songs I blared to get hyped up for drumline competitions, to the brooding, melancholy vibes that carried me through my first heartbreak (and several since). As for my workout playlist, it wasn’t until I finally hung up my cymbals and kicked off my white Dinkles for the last time that I actually created one.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Beat
The Intruders
The alarm clock is shrill, persistent, and uncompromising - waging war against the vivid dream that’s fighting to keep its hold on my consciousness. The dream slowly accepts its defeat, but steals away with both my mental clarity and my will to get out of bed. Until I see the time.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Petlife
Facehugger DIY
Do you ever wonder what the actual source of inspiration is, and why it holds such power when it finds us? I certainly didn’t have the time, the money, or the know-how to make an Alien Facehugger mask, yet all it took was seeing a random Facebook ad for a shirt offering free hugs and portraying the Facehugger - and inspiration took hold. I decided that I was going to become Kane, the first victim of the creepy, arthropodic parasite, for Halloween.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Horror
Better Things to Come
Fall has always been the season that I love most. Day after summer-day I endure the oppressive heat and suffocating humidity, until finally it comes in early October: I wake up and realize that there’s a lightness to the air, and an inexplicable ease of breath. As the day goes on I notice that the pregnant, mountainous clouds that normally usher in the afternoon’s storms have evanesced, and the sky rests - an undisturbed lagoon of cerulean.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Feast
It Can Happen to You
When most people think of Florida they think of white-sand beaches, palm trees, and the spray of salt water. When you grow up in Florida, however, you come to know the natural beauty that lies far away from the pristine beaches and bustling cities. You discover the rivers, and the springs that feed them. You discover the caves.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Horror
Built by Dreams, Inspired by Memories
When you grow up in Florida, any kind of hill is impressive – so you can imagine my sense of awe when I saw mountains for the first time. My parents divorced when I was a toddler and my dad and stepmom moved to North Carolina the summer before my freshman year of high school. The Pinellas County landfill was the closest thing I had seen to a mountain in my life, so when my dad offered to fly me up to visit them in the little mountain town of Waynesville I had no idea what I was in for. What I never expected, however, was to fall in love.
By Stephanie Nielsen4 years ago in Lifehack
