And I am Nightmare
Bio
I am a budding writer, and still only a teen. I love any support that comes my way. I am also a Dark Empath, psychologist in training, and baker.
Stories (57/0)
The Scar
Zuko was in danger. Every time he went out on the street, someone saw him and recognized him. Someone who just happened to hate the firelord. In truth, he was shocked at how many people hated him. He wasn’t looking forward to having to hide under a straw hat again. He was talking to Katara about it in the courtyard when it happened. Toph had been sitting nearby.
By And I am Nightmare2 years ago in Fiction
My brother’s nickname and the story behind it
My oldest brother and best friend, Benadykt, was adopted. He had lived in Mongolia four years before we had for him. I’m writing this today in honor of his gotcha day(with his permission, of course). This story is the one of how he got is infamous nickname that his kahoot name for the rest of his life. Have you ever heard of the game Dutch blitz? If you haven’t, it’s a fast paced card game, that if I do say so myself, I excelled at. I never lost a game. It was so bad to the point we had to make a deal. If I wanted to play, getting half my points would be considered winning for the other side. So one late Friday night, my parents and much older sisters were watching Jurassic park in the living room, and me and Benadykt we forced to hide out in the back room until it was finished. Back then, we were terrified that even hearing the smallest sound from the movie would give us nightmares for the rest of our lives. That was a very long movie, and in about an hour or so, we had exhausted all the games we owned already. So I used one of my many talents to wheedle Benadykt to play Dutch Blitz with me. We played a few rounds with the rule I had stated above, and I beat him every time. I could sense he was starting to get tired, but I managed to convey him into one more game. Now, around this time the ninth fast and furious was coming out. We were all interested in seeing it, because we were finally old enough too. We had watched the trailer a million times in the mall. At one point in the trailer, the main villain, stands proudly in front of the screen and says, “I’m like black Superman!”
By And I am Nightmare2 years ago in Families
The Carmine house part three
The house was even bigger than Derby had expected. He supposed that was stupid of him: it did cover the most of a small island. It was beautiful-but in a disturbing way. Something forbidding loomed over the house: a sort of icy undertone to the summery morning. But Elvira danced ahead like nothing could possibly be wrong. All three men felt rather guilty going in. No one had spoken about the Carmine house since that January day.
By And I am Nightmare3 years ago in Horror
Six feet under
“I’d love to take you out sometime. Said the dark haired boy “I have a boyfriend.” I told him, like I did everyone. It was twenty six flights up to my room again. And another twenty six minutes spent sobbing on my bed. When I had finally composed myself to come look in the mirror. Oh. My makeup was running in streaks down my face, and even my contacts had popped out from all the tears. The absence of makeup and contacts left this face in the mirror. The dead eyes, milky blue and cracked. The skin, the complexion of a corpse, which was fitting. And the forever pictured wound that had been frozen in time on her forehead. It didn’t hurt anymore. It had only hurt the first time. When that man had bludgeoned me to death in that alley way, looking for money that I didn’t have. To be honest, I hadn’t particularly minded. After my Alex had drowned in the lake the previous week, I hadn’t eaten anything. As I died, I remember feeling almost glad. I’d be able to see Alex again. But it was not to be. Fate laughed at us. Here I was, in the world of the living, forced to paint my face and act like I was still alive. And Alex was somewhere else entirely, and the closest I could get to him was that grave. So I left my makeup compacts open on the table and left. It was a short walk to his graveyard. I had made sure of that. I brought roses. I knew they would wilt and die, but his grave was too dry to grow anything. It never rained here.
By And I am Nightmare3 years ago in Horror
My nine year old self and all my enemies
*This is a true story, but the names of people inside of it have been changed. How i wish I didn't have to do that and expose them!(:*I was seven when I had my first real enemy. I’d always been mama’s easy child, the one who got good grades and loved to bake and was so sweet. But then I started interacting with people outside of my family. Before The Friends Problem came up, my family lived in eastern Mongolia, where we worked with an orphanage there. Being really little, of course I hadn’t learned the language, and living in a tiny, off the map town, there weren’t any other kids who spoke English to play with. But I didn’t mind. I had four siblings and an awesome “Atta” (Mongolian grandfather), who was more than will to play dolls with me and my sisters or give us a show by slaughtering sheep in the front yard. We loved that. We’d take our plastic camping chairs and sit in the minus twenty degree weather watch the little animals guts spill out. Hey, we were kids, what do you expect? Besides that, I had my bestie, my older-by-two-years brother, and we told each other everything and spent the days riding baby goats and eating them for dinner. My life was a happy one, and then we moved again.
By And I am Nightmare3 years ago in Confessions
My Clan: Chapter four
BY THE TIME I reached the Castle again, I can see that Phoenix’s smile has soured to a sneer. His eyes are bloodshot and Obsidian looks worried. That at least is good news. Crimson arrives just before me, his wings tucked behind his back.
By And I am Nightmare3 years ago in Fiction