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It was Christmas. Andrew had just passed. In fact it was the night of the funeral. The funeral had been a long Christian ordeal. In a church with black clothes. Being in the church made Conner’s skin prickle but he endured. He needed to, for Andrew’s sake. Somehow Conner had been invited by Andrew’s mother. “You two were thick as thieves, I think you should come.” That’s what she had said. Conner only half believed that now. Now, slumped on his sofa staring at nothing. Well, not at nothing. You could say he was staring into the televis...
A calling came from the land above. Drawing them out of the pool. The water seemed to cling to their skin, creating a casing, and armor of delicate glass. They begin their great walk, which they were meant to take, or perhaps not. For they ran into a sage. She was disheveled with mussed black hair and wild brown eyes. She sat cross legged on the fork between roads. "Lad," she calls. Lad, as they have been called turned and stared at the woman with wide watery eyes. "You're crackin'" Lad looked down and found that they were indeed crack...
Submitted to Contest #281
Content Warning: This story contains sexual content and self harm. Reader Discretion is advised. Squeezing. That's the feeling of living inside the crevasses of this wall. Its a lovely wall, really. It is patterned with a sweetly twisting wallpaper the color of egg shells. The boy who lives in this room is perfect in every way. He is full of hatred, it burns in those dull brown eyes. I like to watch as fat tears pour from them, those pretty eyes. They sparkle when he cries. It makes my blood run hot in my veins. So seductive. Right no...
Submitted to Contest #280
They loved each other quite a lot. However there was one problem. Wilt never spoke. It drove Kade crazy for the first few months of their friendship. After all how were they meant to get to know each other if Wilt never said anything. Instead of talking Wilt would make all these gestures that Kade couldn’t understand. Always flailing his pale hands and making faces that warped his cold dark brown eyes. After consulting his mother, always his first choice, he found out that Wilt was signing. Wilt did speak it turned out, just not in a languag...
I like to write eclectic little stories about all sorts of tragedy and love.
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