I was ignorant. That “world” waiting for me wasn’t beautiful. It was unforgiving, and it took everything from me. But it also gave me more than I could know. No, that world wasn’t “waiting” for me. It was rushing me to my end. And I had no idea. That day, I had discovered a hideaway […]
Read More →The sun is dark. It’s a false shine that gives people hope, and guides them through times of darkness. A flame in the pitch black world of security and safety we live in. The very same shining sun that reflects off the water. The water of the oceans, the lakes, the rivers, and the puddles. […]
Read More →Blood is smeared across my skin, splattered on my clothes. My open wounds sting, all the while becoming more painful. I hold, still, the knife that created theses wounds. I force the best smile I can as I hear someone walk near me. They touch my shoulder. I turn around, forcing the smile even more. […]
Read More →I lay on my bed, staring out the window. It’s not the most interesting sight. Just some fog, a few trees in the distance. I turn onto my side, only to see the glowing red of the numbers on an alarm clock. The time reflects in my bloodshot eyes. 5:00 in the morning. I haven’t […]
Read More →I’ve stood here waiting for years. I’ve stayed forever changed: it’s impossible. I can’t feel anything, not even the freezing time. Not even the pain of the knife through my heart. Not the pain of the bullet through my brain. Why? Why can I hear my silent scream? It’s a raging, ominous sound that can’t be heard. […]
Read More →AN: This is a profile of the main character from my “Born Evil” Story. I purposely kept her backstory in Born Evil kind of vague to make it a little bit more mysterious, and also because it wasn’t full developed. But the basics are here! Full Name: Whitney Elizabeth Scott Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Personal traits: kind, […]
Read More →It was just one week til school started, and the sixteen year old Whitney was only too eager to get out of the house. She was never horribly uncomfortable around her aunt, but her cousin was a different story. In all the time she had been in Oregon, her cousin did not speak a word […]
Read More →Whitney didn’t sleep much that night. As if her insomnia wasn’t bad enough, she couldn’t get the thought of blood out of her head. It reminded her of her parents. After a sleepless night that felt like forever, Whitney decided it was time to get out of bed. She got up, opened the bedroom […]
Read More →The first few weeks with her aunt went by quickly. Whitney spent most of her time on the back porch reading and keeping to herself, mostly only talking with her aunt at meals and when she needed help around the house. Whitney hardly ever saw her cousin, as she spent a majority of her time […]
Read More →*AN: This is a short story based off of a really interesting dream I had a few months ago. I thought it was pretty cool and wanted to write about. I’m not a very good artist but wish I could have some pictures to go with the story. If anybody wanted to do any pics […]
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