Stephanie Lewis
Bio
Always an avid reader and have wanted to write but life got in the way with priorities that made me have to put it aside. I’m going to change that starting now.
Stories (5/0)
Domus
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Of course, there wasn’t a Reis Mage or a Adamas defender either, but what is life if not a puzzle with each wayward piece guiding you to see the whole picture. Why are their dragons? What is a Reis Mage? Why should they be important to you? Questions whose answers are, of course, pertinent to completing this puzzle, but whose answers are center pieces, and to be able to reach the center, as with all puzzles, you must have the first corner pieces.
By Stephanie Lewis2 years ago in Fiction
Shimmer
What was that smell? It was so familiar to her, but right now seemed so foreign. Like it didn’t belong or maybe she didn’t belong. Sweet but not like sugar. It was rich and musty like it was made from all the different seasons rolled into one sweet scent.
By Stephanie Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
Mangaw's Quilt
Everyone has that moment in their lives that etches itself into their memory. Be it good or bad, it is just something that stays with you no matter how old or how forgetful you become. As I get older, some of the memories become fuzzier or I forget the facts, but the underlying remembrance is always there. That is one of the reasons that I take pen to paper. To put down memories that I will likely forget soon.
By Stephanie Lewis3 years ago in Families
With a Pop and a Click
There it was again. A pop and then click, soft and subtle, but absolutely a man-made noise. Where was it coming from? What was making the noise? Liv inched around the burnt-out shell of the iconic blue Wal-Mart building in her small hometown of Waterloo, Illinois. A place that used to be the only box store for miles around was now just an open wound reminding everyone around of what they had lost. An empty bright, blue carcass of the American dream left torn and shattered, amongst the landscape of the corn and soybean fields. What was once a quintessential small Midwestern town, born from German settlers migrating out of big cities, was now just another mar on the map of this new world.
By Stephanie Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
