Zeline Farney
Bio
I love poetry and the way words sound. I am a fiction lover. I love adventures and fairytales and things that could never be real. I love daydreaming. I tell silly tales to my children and recently decided to create a book for them.
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A Little Adventure
Vanessa hugged the tree. It flailed its branches wildly and shrieked. The sound pained my ears, and I fell to the ground, protecting myself from the chaos. It recoiled so violently from her that I could see the roots beneath the surface, moving, and I was sure it was attempting to uproot itself.
By Zeline Farney3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Adventure
The directions Methuselah gave me could no longer be utilized. My mindless meandering the day prior had rendered the instructions useless. Vanessa and I were too far lost now, and in my dismay, I forged blindly through the forest with my little sister.
By Zeline Farney3 years ago in Fiction
A Lucid Dream
I found myself laying on a cold block of ice drifting with nothing but water encompassing me. I felt impeccably small, and for a moment, I viewed myself from a bird's eye view, staring down upon myself, just a speck of white floating in the calm sea. I abruptly came back into my body and jumped to my feet.
By Zeline Farney3 years ago in Fiction
The shelter
We traipsed through the woods. It had started to drizzle, and the air was misty and cold. I could see my breath leave my mouth in big puffs as I navigated through the thick underbrush. The blackberry briers grabbed my arms and legs and pulled hard like little sharp claws desperate to hold me back. They left tiny micro-cuts in the fabric of my damp pants and sweatshirt as I struggled free from them. Some of the briers found their way into my skin, and they hurt me in the superficial way a paper cut might.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
The Dwelling Place
Chapter 5 Several weeks had passed since I had vowed to let the girls have more freedom outside. It was now the beginning of March, and the weather, being typical for where we lived in New York showed much of the snow was gone. I referred to this as mud season. Some days it snowed- though it never stuck for long -and some days it was warm enough that if you could stay in the sun, you could wear a tee shirt. Most days, the air, that was once void of any smell at all during winter, was full of rich earthiness. You could smell the sweetness of the thawing soil and the musk of last autumn's decaying leaves. The deciduous trees were still naked, and sometimes the wind howled through their rattling bare branches much like they would on Halloween. Spring was the eeriest time of year for me. It felt like a time when we earnestly awaited the wakening of the earth, and while we waited, we rested tired, sun-blinded eyes upon a seemingly barren and empty forest. The most considerable disparity between spring and autumn was our newly profound and unconscious appreciation of the sun. In October, after a long hot summer, the cold feels a bit colder, and everyone, even the kids, are willing to put heavy warm coats on at 40 degrees. In early March though, after a long cold winter, where you have seen the temperatures of -20 or colder, you welcome 40 degrees with bare skin that lusts for even just the smallest drop of sunlight. Today the thermometer read 50 degrees while the sun created the feeling of a temperature much closer to 60 degrees, and I was doing all I could to soak in every precious morsel of warmth. It fueled my inner being and I knew that when the girls got home from school I could never ask them to come in.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 4
Isaiah scooped us up in one swift movement and tossed us atop his back. He took two large powerful strides and with two great pumps of his wings, we were climbing above the treetops. The wind blew Vanessa and my hair wildly behind us and our ears and noses were red and cold. I appreciated the slightly warmer temperatures these last couple of days but above the trees, where the air was open, the wind still struck my cheeks like shards of glass.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
A Little Adventure
Chapter 2 It was very late, and I couldn't sleep. Yesterday, Vanessa and I had explored the woods, and for the first time, I knew that magic was real. Until now I had thought that things like magic were just for little kids-real little, like Vanessa. I was wrong though, and now, I could not stop thinking about all the mysteries that existed outside my window. The moon was very bright tonight and almost full, but not quite. I crept quietly down the ladder of my bunk, careful to not make any noise so that I didn't wake Vanessa. I opened my curtain just enough to allow a beam of moonlight into my room. I crouched down low, because who knows what was really outside now, and I peered out the window. Everything was lit up bright- not like day, where the sun colors everything with its warm golden rays, but like an old black and white picture, where everything was a different shade of white, black, and gray. It was very still and I looked at the fence where the owl had left us. I wanted desperately to see him again. I had so many questions.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
