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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Hey, y’all! I’m baaaaaaack! As the title indicates, I come bearing a gift for one lucky reader, along with a lot of exciting news for everyone! The last time I posted, in addition to it being far too long ago, … Continue reading →
***Attention!!!*** Find Part I of this story here. Thank you, everyone for being so patient! I’m sorry this post was so terribly late. I do sincerely hope you all find it worth the wait. Now, on with the story! … Continue reading →
Hi, everyone. I’ve been wanting to do another Behind the Curtains post for a couple of weeks, but it wasn’t until today that I had a semi-solid something in mind to write about. (Also, my brain juice for new short … Continue reading →
***Attention!!!*** This is a follow up to my story Taking Chances. For Part I of this story, click here. For Part II, click here. Isabelle props herself up in bed, Justin hovering over her like a helicopter while … Continue reading →
***Attention!!!*** If you haven’t read the first half of this story, click here, please. My heart skips and I think of my promise to Heather, but I push the thought away. Not every headache brings a seizure with … Continue reading →
January 16, 2:30 p.m. “Are you sure you want to do this, Isabelle?” Heather says, buckling herself into the driver’s seat. I rub the tweed pattern on my coat and nod. “I’ve always wanted to try ice skating. … Continue reading →