Final Part of Fiona’s Hero

Welcome back, owlnerds. Here is the final part of Fiona’s Hero

The Synopsis:

Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father

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The Run:

My ears rang as I could hear the gunshots. Running out on the streets as cars honked their horns as I ran across Mainstreet. A caution tape wrapped around the entrance of the theater as a large crowd circled around to curious of what happened. Pushing through the crowds, I noticed a body that was surrounded by medics. Fighting off the police officers that grabbed my arms trying their best to pull me away.

I ripped the tape as my heart froze, there laid my father with his chest covered in blood and breathless. My heart drowned in tears as my mother screamed by name in the distance.

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Jerking my head upwards and realizing I was only dreaming.  I stripping myself from the bed as I pulled another tank top over me. Pulling a pair of sneakers from under my bed, I grabbed my navy bum bag as I clipped around the front of my waist. My fingers gathered my messy hair as I tied it up in a messy bun. My eyes blinked as I realized it was only six thirty in the morning. Of course. I rolled my eyes as I decided to run away. Forgetting my phone in my room as I tiptoed to the kitchen and pulled a water bottle out of the refrigerator and placing inside my bum bag. I closed the door of the house as I headed out. The sky was barely awake as it was fairly dark outside still. I smiled as I remember there were street lights to the place I was heading. Turning right off Elite Street, I ran until I stopped at a trespassing area. Looking both ways before climbing over the fence. I started to jog as she soon was swallowed up by the woods that surround her. Soon I was able to be out in the open area again as I noticed the stone wall my father first showed me when I was little.

Sitting down on top of the four-foot wall that oversaw the city of Hartfield. Thinking of how my father’s death my father’s death caused me to act. And sure I thought daily people lose someone but was it necessary to act like that? The fact that life isn’t about me or what I want. Life doesn’t go what I plan on.

I turned my head as I realized how I acted toward my own mother. A jerk, a dumb jerk. Sitting up as I ran home, barely noticed the sun rising from the east.

My heart stopped as the door of my house was wide open. Mom. I ran inside the door as my head turned as I noticed one of my mom’s lamp was shattered in pieces. “Mom, mom. Where are you?” I scanned the room as I noticed my mom’s room was opened. My spine noticed as I saw clasped on the bed from a stranger. “Hey.”

The stranger turned as he smiled.

My eyes widened as my mom had tears dripping down her face.

“Run, Fiona,” she moaned as she fell on the bed as the stranger smacked her face.

The stranger walked toward me as he placed his hand across my face.

My heart raced as I watched his movement.

“Well, it isn’t Kenneth’s daughter. If only you saw your father’s reaction when he realized who I was.”

Cyrus. “What are you doing here? You killed my father and got your revenge.”

“Ha, you think by killing him I feel better that he killed my wife.”

“He didn’t kill her.”

He gripped my throat and he slammed in a wall that a hanging picture. The glass pierced my back as I gripped for air “The only thing that will make me happier is killing you and your disgusted mother.”

I moaned as I could barely speak. “Kill me and only me. Leave my mother out of this.”

“Like I am going to do that.”

I looked over Cyrus’ shoulder as I watched my mother trying to dial her phone.

He released the grip from me as he pulled out his gun toward my mother.

With barely any strength, I threw myself as he clicked the gun. Falling on the bed with blood dripping down my chest.

I could barely hear my mother scream in pain as she dropped the phone and scrambled toward me.

In the background of everything going through my head, I could hear the faint sound of sirens. My vision blurred as I couldn’t see Cyrus anymore. My head lifted up as I could feel the warmth of my mother’s tears.

“Fiona, whatever you do. Don’t fall asleep.”

“Mom, please forgive me.”

My mom shook her head.

“Please, mom. I was selfish. I forgot how you are feeling since he died.”

She unraveled my hair as she began to pat it gently. “Shh..”

My head lends back as my eyes began to see only darkness. My eyes fluttered as I knew my time was coming to an end. Please, God, forgive me of my selfishness. And God please protect mom and the innocent people who deserve more love and forgiveness than I have with You. “Mom, I love you.”

THE END

Fiona’s Hero Part Two

Hello, owlnerds. Here is the part two of Fiona’s Hero. Enjoy!

The Drive Home

The honking of car made me turn quickly. A car had slowed down in front as the passenger’s window rolled down. A older woman around her forties with dark brunette hair with olive eyes smiled at me. “What have you being doing? When I saw that you weren’t on the bus, I started to get nervous.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, I’m fine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Where is your backpack?”

“I lost it.”

“Lost it, Fiona how could you have lost it?”

I opened the passenger door as I slipped in. “Charles Avery, thats who.”

Releasing her foot off the brake, she continued to drive north. “Charles Avery, maybe I should talk to his mother.”

Lifting my feet on the car’s dashboard, I turn my head towards my mother. “Please, don’t. At least he didn’t get to my wallet or phone.”

She turned her blinker on as she turned left on Elite Street. “Well either way I am going to talk to Mrs. Avery besides how is school going?”

“I would say great but that’s not true. I failed my math exam, lost my science essay, and was called into the principal office.”

Turning her car on our driveway, she stopped the car and turned her head toward me. “Principal’s office?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know I couldn’t play hooky for English class.”

“Why did you skip class?”

I raised my hands in the air. “I didn’t make my big presentation. How can I make a presentation where I can’t bring the person part of it is dead. Hmm, mom. What am I going do?”

My mom lend forward and squeezed my hand. “Fiona, I hope you are not blaming Him for this?”

“Maybe I am. He would have been a life if there was no shooting.”

“Fiona, you can’t believe that.”

Unbuckling myself, I opened the door. “I am, mom. I am.” Tears dripped down my face as I walked toward our white town house front door. Pressing down the correct combination, the door unlocks as I head inside.

My Stories

Welcome back, owlnerds. This week, I am sharing my stories.  Enjoy and let me know what story you excited to read. Or what project I should do next?

Contemporary Stories

Lynn: 

When one of Lynn’s friends disappears, she begins to track down her. Soon to discover a scandalous organization is behind all of it. Slowly killing each leader of the pack, she discovers her life is more threatened. Will she protect her friends or will she be the next victim?

Indian Gathering:

When an important day comes, her past returns to haunt her. Scrambling to discover the real truth of her past, she learns that not everyone close to her is worth the trust.  Is she self-doubting herself or is the past going to lose the reality of what is? Will she return t Io the heavenly Father she once believed? Or will fall back into the sin she was so consumed to trust?

Historical Stories:

The Raven’s Quill:

Azalea was never ready to be the woman. Her mother wanted her to be. Having grace and marrying into a wealthy family. She wants to enjoy life like it has always been. She wants to marry for true love. Lost in a world of men, Azalea must choose the right path. A path to follow her heart or live by her mother’s. To write as her passion or be like all the other married women.

Drowning Daughter:

Lilith never knew she was different. Living on the sea as a child until she is offered a chance with a foster family to take her in. She learns who her true ancestors are and what power she carries. And the monster, she really is.

Sci-fiction Stories:

Paralyzed:

When Brianne discovered that she was a mutant in her mother’s womb. Everything changed. Life gets more complicated than it already seems. Brianne living with her husband, Zack, clueless of her powers. Playing the part of a nurse in a building where she could cure anyone. Brianne ventures out in the outer world as a world breakout comes to reality. When she discovers the worse of secrets, she must choose her fate or lose any understanding of what life is all about.

 

Dystopian/ Post Apocalyptic Stories

Ezra:

After an epidemic of nuclear radiation, a family of three loses a loved one. Ezra must hold his responsibility by taking care of Nia. Without Caitlin by his side, Ezra is afraid. He must venture out and find a safe haven before time goes against them.

Ditexa:

As the daughter of the president, it would seem like a dream come true. But when she discovers what her father has done, she must choose to protect her people. Or stand by and watch as the world around crumbles before her eyes.

Cancer:

Every person is born with a twin. One is good and one is evil. One day, Marlie is arrested for a crime she never did. Thrown into a hidden territory by the government, she has only heard stories of. When she arrives, she learns where all evil comes from and it’s not from earth.

Fantasy Stories:

The Phantom of the Sea:

A retelling of Ursula. Since her older brother, Tryon married, Ursula has been pushed to the side. Ursula has continuously felt unloved. Year by year her nieces are born and she feels as though her life is unmeaningful. But one day Ursula meets someone. Someone who will change her fate forever.

 

The Crown of Scales:

When Odessa discovers something from her past, will it ruin her chances of being the heir to the throne? Or is marriage even option? Can she even overcome the pressure to juggle them all at once?

 

 

The Writer’s Tag

1. What genres, styles, and topics do you write about? I write fantasy, contemporary, romance, dystopia, science fiction, and poetry. I can write in first POV and third POV. Some of my stories reflect the world’s problems: abortion and human tracking.
2. How long have you been writing? I honestly don’t remember. Strange enough. I know the first story, I ever wrote was a mouse and squirrel and they get married at the end.
3. Why do you write? To glorify God and to express the real problems of the world when everyone refuses to believe that they don’t exist.
4. When is the best time to write?
   I can write anytime but I am most active when the sun goes down.
5. What parts of writing do you love and hate?
   Love: Dialogue, character development, world building Hate: Feedback, the wait in between drafts, deleting your favorite scenes when they don’t even flow with the story, editing
6. How do you overcome writer’s block? Usually, I listen to music before writing. I also read what I have written. Check out my blog post on breaking any creative block.
7. Are you working on something at the moment?  I have several stories. Lynn, a contemporary story. Synopsis:
   When one of Lynn’s friends disappears, she begins to track down her. Soon to discover a scandalous organization is behind all of it. Slowly killing each leader of the pack, she discovers her life is more threated. Will she protect her friends or will she be the next victim?

   Also, I am writing a contemporary short story called A Memory.

   Synopsis:  After becoming a world photographer, Roxy feels alone inside. From poverty to fame, Roxy still feels like she hasn’t found her true potential. When she hears news from home, she feels like her world could split in two. Is this news trying to tell her something? Or will she still be lost in a world of her own?
8. What are your writing goals this year? Publish a fictional book, I have been working on since forever. Publish a collection of poems on Kindle. Finish another story of mine and sent to my beta readers.
    I tag anyone who loves to write

   Thanks for Reading!