storieswithwhimsy
Bio
Whimsical characters, unexpected magic, complicated romance, dark academia vibes — I love it all.
Stories (4/0)
Summer Daisies
The daisies this year were beautiful. Vibrant, feathery petals had taken over the flower bed, so much that the marigolds didn’t stand a chance. Summer was here. It was the beginning of June in my usually sleepy town. Wealthy people from the city would spend their summers here, though, making it lively for those warm months.
By storieswithwhimsy2 years ago in Fiction
Will It Ever Stop Following Me?
I’m still in the hospital after what happened, starting with that unanswered phone call. I was told I needed to set boundaries. So, I set the boundary to not answer after 9 pm, since she was usually drunk by then. I’m still not sure if I would have picked up, knowing my mother would pass away that night.
By storieswithwhimsy2 years ago in Fiction
Jeffy and the Water Beads
We needed those stupid water beads. All the other moms at play group had them; they did something for sensory development. I didn’t know, nor did I really care, but I cared about my kids having them. Since, “All the children need a sensory bin at home that includes water beads, and little Rachel here told me you still have yet to get one,” Molly Macker said to me one day with a concerned face. I smiled and grinned, hoping to fit into this new town and school that was already slipping out of my grasp.
By storieswithwhimsy2 years ago in Fiction
Darkness
I opened my eyes, and everything was black. I blink, to still find nothing but darkness. Why is it so dark? I get up to search for the light switch. Reaching my hands out, making sure I don't run into anything; my finger tips can't find anything to touch. I keep walking forward, where I'm sure the light is. Then I run, but still nothing.
By storieswithwhimsy3 years ago in Fiction