Young Adult
The First Born
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Her fathers room had the only view of the city from the farmhouse. The rolling, autumn painted hills could be seen for miles. Beyond the hills, the colorful fields ebbed into a dull gray. The cityscape rose like monstrous giants into the sky.
By Gelena Nicole Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Remember Us As Medea
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. A glimpse, which only a sliver of a shard, an insignificant, hopeless speck of humanity had. Was she fortunate? Was she lucky that her position granted her such proximity? She could never decide. Every snippet of that glorious sky seemed to clash with the Hell into which she was born. Always two opposite forces, destined to split her soul in two.
By Bridget Couture4 years ago in Fiction









