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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Vanity

As I applied the glossy red polish on my nails, stroke by stroke, making sure that my fingers were illuminating in polished glow. I walked through my room to my kitchen to pick up my eyeliner, applying lip gloss at... Continue Reading →

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Perceiving the Inconceivable

My bed was my comfort, for long, but transient. I was able to see things that no one could see, they called me crazy but it was just me, my eyes could perceive the inconceivable, the ghastly apparitions that was... Continue Reading →

Eaten

A Horror take on a child running away from a monster in a forest. Writes about his experience in the darkness of the woods in this short story.

Immeasurable

Aimlessly looking at the pixalated screen as tens of thousands were at the same time, locking, splintering my attention between social medias, draining my time to the unwarranted, undermining the attempts of negating such actions. I pulled myself closer to... Continue Reading →

Blotched

Drunk, again. I was being the alcoholic that I used to be, using this drug to escape from all my realities that had shattered into a million pieces. Depression slunk into my comfort, draped me in his shadow. I kept... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Finale

"Imagine yourself as a teeny tiny baby, cuddling inside your mother's womb and what it felt like. Warm. Tight because her stomach is all over you." Ponder's voice was tinged with a courteous heart, the heart of a nurse ready... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Exodus

"Wake up, Candace." she shook me. There were two towering figures standing in front of me, one in suit and tie, a nonentity, one was Candace, in a flowery blouse. "Your name is now Candace Elizabeth Newmaker." what the fuck? I attempted... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Genesis

I was not loved, tossed here and there by my foster parents, it was all temporal, nothing was true. They said they loved me, but they returned me back to the social services where it was better off being lied... Continue Reading →

Carousel Chaos

Zephyr tingled my skin in the dead of the night, the metallic AK slung across my back, jaunting with the need to kill. I was being sent here by my thirst to exorcise this place, it was a derelict theme... Continue Reading →

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