Rebecca Lynn Ivey
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I wield words to weave tales across genres, but my heart belongs to the shadows.
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The Alchemy of Love: From Grief to Growth
This story challenges the conventional notion that love must be romantic or confined to human connections. It highlights how love can manifest in diverse forms, finding expression in passions, nature, and shared experiences. It reminds us that love's true beauty lies in its ability to defy expectations and bloom in the most unexpected places.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey5 months ago in Motivation
Lullaby of the Damned
The old cabin sat hunched on the mountainside, shrouded in a perpetual twilight cast by the dense canopy overhead. Locals whispered of strange lights flickering in its windows at night, but its true terror lay concealed within its weathered planks. As dusk bled into night, a lone hiker named Anya, lost and desperate, stumbled upon its creaking door.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey5 months ago in Horror
Elara's Legacy
In the sleepy village of Whisperwind, where chimneys puffed stories into the twilight and elders traded riddles on rocking chairs, lived Elara, a girl with eyes as bright as polished emeralds and a head full of questions. Unlike the other children, content with the hushed murmurings of old wives' tales, Elara craved answers, not just whispers.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey5 months ago in Fiction
Small Town, Big Dreams
"The stars may seem closer from a small town, but my dreams reach beyond the horizon. I'll show them what a little-town girl can do. The world is bigger than the mountains I grew up in, but the same determination fuels my journey. One small step at a time, I'll reach for the stars. Don't let zip codes limit your possibilities. Dream big, small town girl!" -Rebecca Ivey
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey5 months ago in Motivation
Fruits Beyond the Bloom
As his fingers brushed mine, a spark ignited, sending shivers down my spine. A silent promise of vulnerability and shared experiences hung heavy in the air. His gaze, warm and welcoming, held a new intensity, reflecting the storm brewing within him.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey5 months ago in Motivation
Together We Fly
Rain lashed against the tiny apartment window, mirroring the storm raging inside my 18-year-old heart. My son slept peacefully in the crib, oblivious to the turmoil I felt. Every rattle of thunder shook the floorboards, echoing the fear and uncertainty gripping my heart. I held a scholarship letter - my ticket to a future I'd dreamt of, a future that suddenly felt incompatible with the tiny hand curled around my finger.
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey5 months ago in Families