Justina Luther is a life long writer with a passion for the imagination of fiction. Welcome to My Imagination, is all about fictional stories with a good dose of real fun. Justina loves to connect with her readers, so feel free to leave a comment.
DISCLAIMER: Every article and short story here is fictional and deals with imaginary characters and events. Any similarities between what is written here and persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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***Attention, this is an ongoing story. Click here for Part 1 and here for Part 2.*** I take a deep breath, not wanting to repeat it. To give the editor’s words new life, but Mom has to understand. “They said … Continue reading →
***Attention!!!*** For Part 1 click here, for Part 2 click here. I try to turn but his grip on the back of my neck tightens. He slips his hand beneath my shirt and I feel the cold sharp edge of … Continue reading →
Hi, everyone. I’m so sorry this post is a week late and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Thank you for your patience and thank you, as always, for spending a little time in my imagination ***For Part 1, … Continue reading →
***ATTENTION!!!*** This post is a sequel to The Trunk and it’s subsequent character interview. If you haven’t read these yet, click here for the story, and here for the interview. Jeremy grins and opens the garage door, shifting one-year-old … Continue reading →
***Spoiler alert!!!*** This story is a sequel to The Walls of London and its subsiquent character interview. To read the story, click here. For the character interview, click here. My knees buckle and I collapse in a heap onto the … Continue reading →
Hi, everyone. In thinking this week, I’ve realized I’ve written about 60 different short stories and character interviews on this blog, resulting in about 120 posts! I’ve even been blessed with a few awards along the way. These facts absolutely … Continue reading →
Blocking out Teacher’s voice, I make my list. One, I hate the smell of cleaning fluid. Two, I like the scent of the cologne Mother—no, Mom—bought me last year. Three, I had to move back home the year … Continue reading →