Jennisea Redfield
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The Cain instinct
If anyone wants to know, the Cain instinct is the urge and want of committing fratricide. It started out as a Tumblr post, and surprisingly, a whole lot of people all over the world understood the instinct. It wasn’t that bizarre thinking of way on how to end your sibling.
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a month ago in Families
Eclipse
Everyone began to wait for the White hot sun to go black, to be overshadowed by the lustrous moon. Clinging to the thought that this was a promise of a new omen, a gesture of a new beginning. But it was just the moon and sun combined. But many were
By Jennisea Redfieldabout a month ago in Poets
- Top Story - March 2024
The WillowTop Story - March 2024
We never spoke to those identified as human. I watched, silently, as many selected my brothers to cull. We watched their amorous youths carve words into our bark. We screamed as fire burned our waists, heating and crackling our sap. We watch as their children gather our fallen branches to make games. We watch as some pick up stone and our seeds to keep. Every now and then, we whisper, making them listen as wind drifts through our leaves and needles, hearing our warnings of the woods.
By Jennisea Redfield2 months ago in Fiction
The last days of Larry Dean
For the first time in a long time, I felt joy. My father, who resided at Seattle hospital, due to some negligence on Missoula Community Hospital, and a stupid nurse, resided there for five months. Thanksgiving was two weeks away, and all my brothers, all 13 of them, were sharing the joy alongside me.
By Jennisea Redfield3 months ago in Confessions
Mia amo, mia koro
When you think of love, you think of bumping into that just right stranger, eyes connecting with a spark, and all else seems to be just background noise. You think of kissing their lips, running tapered fingers through fluffy hair, and getting lost in emotional eyes.
By Jennisea Redfield3 months ago in Confessions