Antoinette L Brey
Bio
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
Stories (230/0)
A bag-woman
,.. .It was a sunny day. Lynn was in a sunny mood. She was finally in control of her life. She was excited about takeing her next step. Her heart was racing she was confident but nervous. She counted out her change, and headed to the payphone located next to the front door of the cafe. Nothing ventured nothing gained. She dropped the change into the machine. The phone was answered and she asked to speak with Al. Four seconds or so, passed and then she heard his voice. She felt a burst of confidence. No small talk she would get straight to the point. Lynn asked him if he would like to date her. His response guted her. Some girl had invited him to go on a cruise with her, He was no longer on the dating market. Lynn knew he was lieing. She thought back on the times he had advised her to lie. She silently hung up the phone.
By Antoinette L Brey16 days ago in Fiction
The Balance
The moon was setting. The evening sky was a bright pink. She loved it here. She would never leave. The creatures of the forest told her that she would meet a man , but she knew she wouldn't, She had seen a human male several times. They had been absorbed in their own importance.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a month ago in Fiction
Where am I?
Sara gazed around her in wonderment. Where was she? How did she get here? She heard the wrestling of leafs and a soft whisper from somewhere in the forest. The forest appeared to be welcoming her. She looked down afraid to see what she was wearing. Minutes before she had been in her apartment, in PJ's watching TV. She wondered if this was reality. She closed her eyes and then reopened them. The forest was still there. She was also amazed to see that she no longer wore pj's. Instead she wore a maxi white dress.
By Antoinette L Brey2 months ago in Fiction
Claire
Claire wraped her arms around the trunk of the tree. The tree melted into her grasp. She could feel it shudder slighty. Moments later she heard it. The inner voice of the tree was warning her.. "The black queen had riden through the woods the other night. It had been dark but the queen's bright red eyes had glared through the night. The queen had been surrounded by a herd of warriors, and her three pet wolfs. They had been riding quickly and none of the trees had heard anything about their plans or destination."
By Antoinette L Brey2 months ago in Fiction
What is Love?
"What is love" He screamed. He stood in the empty Harvard Square park. He saw an image of her moving towards him. His heart-rate increased, and in anticipation he grew silent. It was not a ghost because she was still living. Suddenly the image faberized and she was gone, He stupped down and with his head in his hands cried.
By Antoinette L Brey3 months ago in Humans