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Jessica Phoenix
Bio
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
❤️Skating❤️
❤️Singing❤️
Stories (45/0)
Curiosity Killed the Cat
Why do they go in there? Sebastian yawned, baring sharp white fangs as he left his little cat bed, as perfect and soft as the day he got it. Sunlight poured in through a window to his right, drenching the floor before him in golden warmth. The two-legs called him “Sir Meowsalot”- How ridiculous! So undignified! - But Sebastian knew it was utterly absurd; all cats had highly sophisticated names. He stretched, pushing his paws out in front of him and kneading the dusty brown-white carpet with tiny claws. He curled up his back as high as it would go, then came back down to sit. He licked his chops a few times as he watched his two-legged owner step into the room. He tilted his head. Every day, at 11:00 in the morning and 8:00 at night, his owners would go in there (Taking turns, of course. They rarely stayed in the same room with each other for too long) and stay for 30 minutes to 1 hour. What were they doing in there?
By Jessica Phoenix12 months ago in Fiction
Change
When the sky collapsed, the vibrant tapestry of emotions faded into a suffocating haze of monotony. When the moon shifted its gaze, the night's whispers grew louder, intertwining with eerie echoes of the darkness and the spirits that lurked in the shadows.
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Poets
The Sight of Blood
She glanced down at the knife she held with quivering hands. Lifting her gaze, she saw dozens of bodies lying around the scarlet-splattered room, her breath shuddering as she stared. Her jaw worked up and down silently as she tried to hold her composure- a glistening substance filled her dark eyes. Her hands clenched around the knife. She felt the blade dig into her skin; saw blood leaking through her fingers.
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Fiction
Dream Big
The sea is a wonderful place. Filled with unique animals of each type, the ocean is diverse and beautiful. Amazing scenery and colorful creatures are just to start- the sea has so much to hold. Fish swim around in schools, crossing the paths of dolphins and turtles, who veer around them happily, glad to be able to move around In such an open space. octopi who swim around on the ocean floor, swordfish who ride currents, and even blobfish who hang over underwater volcanoes in the depths of the great sea. In deeper waters, there lay creatures of the dark, such as eels, jellyfish, angler fish, and even monstrous creatures like the giant squid and dragonfish. And while all the creatures of the ocean are wonderful in their own ways, there is one that is often overlooked. A small, seemingly insignificant creature with the power to camouflage and hang onto coral with its curled tail, nicknamed the horse of the sea…
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Fiction
The Getaway
Midnight. It is always so. Wind howled like the echoes of a thousand lost souls. The land was a frozen wasteland- frost crept up windowpanes and snow drifted down to lie on rooftops and ground like the feathers of a goose. Light from streetlamps was the only thing illuminating the darkness that had swallowed the world. Traffic lights gleamed red, and I watched cars pass through the lanes in front of them. The cars behind the red light waited in strangling silence, Like I was, longing to move as the night wore on.
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bed.
Justin sighed as he stood by the door, locking it before making his way toward his room. As he started down the hall, he felt deep weariness seeping through him- a long day of work had taken its toll. Nothing enticed him more than to flop onto his bed and sleep until the end of time. Finally, he arrived, and his breath caught at the wonderful sight. He gazed down upon the silky white sheets, glowing under the moonlight that poured from his open window like a field of starlit cotton. He smiled. At last, he could rest.
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Fiction
Broken Soul
Sylvin sat in the strangling darkness, his pride broken. His long tail draped on the floor behind him like a ragged curtain; forgotten, destroyed. Humiliated, he shied away from all life, confining the shame of having been embarrassed in front of those he knew. The feathers that were once always skyward, no matter the strain, now hung loosely down, like a dying plant. He wished for his pride to once again ignite; for his crest to rise upwards like it so often used to. For decades, he laid alone… for a peacock without pride could not call himself a peacock.
By Jessica Phoenixabout a year ago in Fiction
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