Zelda Foxx
Bio
Mother of two facing a mid life crisis or finally living my dreams of trying to make something of my words.
Stories (17/0)
Healing Amauart
There seemed to be no hope for the Valley, unless they found a way out. Prince Patrick found the cave full of relics, but in order for those to work he needed help. The Amauart sickness still plagued many people and dragons roamed the land more than ever before, but not all of them possessed evil in their soul.
By Zelda Foxx5 months ago in Families
What will the future bring
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I sat there contemplating that as I stared out the observatory window, my thoughts flowing like subsonic waves, bouncing off whatever they could find. I felt like screaming, and I wondered if anyone would hear me in the blankness of space because I dared not do so in the observatory. I dare not even whisper, as it was not allowed during mandatory quiet time. I wanted to find an answer to the current predicament I was in. I knew I was up for the my second Decision Making process. It would determine what my next career path would be for my middle age years.
By Zelda Foxx7 months ago in Futurism
Dreams deferred
Why didn't I get the job? Why can't I move forward with my writing? I need to create. If I just sit here for countless hours reliving my trauma and staring at Instagram reels about healing and hope. Where the hell does that get me? I really need to be playing with my kids more. They say the best way to show them love is through play. My daughter tells me she hopes I am more energetic today, but dude, didn't she see me clean the whole kitchen and the bathrooms multiple times today and pick up their crap?
By Zelda Foxx8 months ago in Confessions
I want a challenge
I was always told that there could be two schools on a street. One could be a private school, with well behaved kids and it paid really well. The other one would have the worst behaved kids and horrible pay. I would choose to go to go to the second school.
By Zelda Foxx9 months ago in Families
Last Call
It was my birthday. Not a huge celebration was planned. I think I was turning 25? Or 24? Really the age does not matter. It was getting to be time to quit the main desk at my University. I was in the process of obtaining my masters from there. I usually left work between 10-10:30pm. The main desk covered both emergency dispatch for the dorms and security phones scattered around campus.
By Zelda Foxx9 months ago in Families
Dissociation by fire
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I stared in into the window and I was there sitting at the window staring back at me in the woods, at a desk writing at a with one lone candle burning. Surprisingly there was a typewriter there with fresh typewriter and ink, and the chair was comfy. I decided not to question the reality of the moment because the story had to be written, and even though the beginning wasn't the truth most, of the rest was.
By Zelda Foxx9 months ago in Confessions
Dear Dad
Dear Dad, I know now about generational trauma. In September 6, 2020, when I stepped off a diving board and had a seizure and nearly drowned in the deep end of the child hood camp ground pool you taught me swim in, in front of my poor daughter; passing on trauma, I began to wake up.
By Zelda Foxx9 months ago in Families
The road out
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but they had come again sliding in through worm holes to darken the skies. Prince Patrick had gathered the Council to see what could be done. He had fallen ill this past year to the The Amauart sickness, the same sickness that had unfortunately almost taken the Queen, his mother. People across the Valley were suffering from it, but in particular, the royal family had been hit hard.
By Zelda Foxx10 months ago in Fiction
Crystal clear
He told her to meet him at midnight, near the lake. The darkness shadowed everything as she waited, shivering from the slight chill in the air. The weeping willows on the bank, looked like giant dark monsters, with their willowy tentacles brushing the shore.
By Zelda Foxxabout a year ago in Fiction
Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods, there it was. I had been hiking for a while and I was tired. I sat on a rock, and enjoyed a ray of sunlight drifting through the tree I sat under. I put my head back and let the rays bathe me and basked in the peace for a minute, listening to the chirping birds and squirrels as they skittered up and down trees.
By Zelda Foxx2 years ago in Families
