Linda Aubert
Bio
Composer/Musician, Lyricist, Poet, Playwright writer from New Orleans, LA pursuing her gifts. Presently, Music Director for two churches and primary Music Artist/Owner of New Genesis Music Company, writing literature as often as I can.
Stories (12/0)
The Festival of Beauty
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mìkala. She was the most beautiful creature anyone had ever seen. From the time she was born, her mother and father and everyone who saw her knew there was something special about her. She seemed almost mystical as she grew into the loveliest, kindest, and wisest person the town had ever known. “How can this be?”, the townspeople asked. Is she a witch?” Finally, after years of pondering her beauty, they decided she was simply beautiful, inside and out. And they thought such beauty should be rewarded. So, they named their little town after her. They called it Mikala’s Village.
By Linda Aubert2 years ago in Fiction
TORO
In 1969, on a school band trip, I visited a farm for the first time. Having never been on a farm before I was very excited about everything I might see there. Visions of everything about farms ran through my mind for months awaiting the day of the trip. The animals, crops, farmers and their wives, the barn, the farmhouse… everything. I couldn’t stop thinking about farms.
By Linda Aubert3 years ago in Families
No Picnic After Dark
I woke up and found myself lying face down on the ground. Lifting my head, I used my hand to wipe off the dirt stuck to my eye lids and looked around to see where I was and get my bearings. In a flash, I remembered warnings of a fallout from earth’s rejection of 10G communications systems predicting fatal devastation worldwide for months. As I gained my focus and strength, I stood up slowly and looked around in disbelief for what my eyes were seeing. Everything was charred black from radiation. There was ash, and soot and rubble everywhere. Tall buildings had sunken into the ground with only rooftops showing at ground level. What were once city streets looked like mountainous peaks and valleys of concrete and asphalt. I stood there, still, and barely breathing.
By Linda Aubert3 years ago in Fiction
