stephanie owens
Bio
Young at heart trying out a new hobby/skill. I've always been a pretty good story teller and excited to try a new creative outlet to share my stories and experiences.
Stories (2/0)
For the Love of a Blonde with Sand
It was a dark and stormy afternoon. No, that's not right. Jess looked out the diner window at all the people rushing down Willow Street with the sun dripping its afternoon rays on them like raindrops. The only thing dark and stormy about this day was her attitude. She was a copywriter for a local magazine which was now past tense. She had just been fired from her job an hour before and in an angry and confused haze she'd wandered over to the diner and plopped down in her favorite seat, the corner booth. She liked the corner booth because it had the perfect view of the entire diner with a wide view of Willow Street. She also had a direct line of sight to the front door of her office building; correction, her former office building.
By stephanie owens4 years ago in Humans
Last Night in a First Town
I woke to the sounds of clanking dishes and the smell of greasy food. When I opened my eyes I could see that I was sitting in a corner booth in the back of a diner. How did I get here, I pondered? I rubbed the haziness from my eyes and when I opened them again a pretty young waitress was tapping her pen against a pad of paper.
By stephanie owens4 years ago in Futurism
