Everyday she listened to the mean comments. “You’re ugly.” “Who let you out of the house? You’re too husky to fit through the dog door.” “Why are you even still alive?” With every comment, her insides changed and darkened. She became a twisted version of herself. With a smile on her face and an evil …
I wrestle with my hatred of the woman tied up. She saw who killed my son, but she didn’t speak up. Why should I care if she freezes to death? Why should I care if she dies, when she didn’t care when my son died. Finally, resigned, I reach through the pipe to get the …
Stitch one, Stitch two A few more stitches, and I’ll be through. Stitch three, Stitch four I wonder if I should make more? Stitch five, Stitch six Do you hear the clicks? Stitch seven, Stitch eight The noise is driving me to hate. Stitch nine, Stitch ten I have reached the end. I have placed …
Everyone who knows me knows I’m happy. I laugh and joke around with my friends. Whenever I see someone sad, I try to turn their frown upside down. Everyone who knows me knows I’m helpful. I teach and guide others. I hold the door open, Even when my hands are full. Everyone who knows me …
“Help! Help!” “Is there anyone out there to hear me?” My plan to build the perfect version of me has backfired. I just wanted to make myself smarter and prettier and happier. Instead, I created another copy of me who wants... to destroy me. I am getting... weaker... by the second, and I…... don’t know …
I wake up with a groan. My eyelids are heavy and darkness surrounds me. I hear only the dripping of water. What is going on? I try to turn, but I can’t move. Finally, I crack my eyes open, but I see nothing. Suddenly, I begin to hear giggles. I look the best I can …
"dies Lunae" Recording Dear body dear skin dear Monday and dearly accepted dear stomach and dear mind you work with each other tangled in wires of mixed signals of which food should enter this temple of a body to be fuel for the day dear body you are not were not a waste of space …
I love reading, and I love writing for my blog, but I am not a creative writer. The only times I have written creatively in the past is when I was forced to for my poetry class or when a random idea for a poem pops up (very rarely). However, in 2019, my friend introduced …
I travel through the mansion, eager to get out. Each door I opened gave me a new challenge. The first door I opened required that I experience the pain of a fish hook tearing its way through my stomach and throat. The tenth door led me to a room where I had to freeze almost …
I didn’t know what I would be walking into, but I stepped forward anyway. The room was cloaked with an ominous silence. All life seemed to have been snuffed out of the room. Not a single figure moved, and I began panicking. What happened to everyone here? Suddenly, the silence is broken by the sound …
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