AnnaMarie K Cobb
Bio
I'm a college student and I love writing fun stories with everything from romance to fantasy to mystery! I'm working on a few books and I thought I might share some of these stories with all of you!! I hope you enjoy!
Stories (5/0)
Immortality Bites
We walked among you, but you never noticed. That was your mistake, not seeing us was what would get you killed. I was not normal, my life ended and another began. My name was Katie Blakewell, before him, before he killed me. I had a family, a sister, mom, and dad. They were gone. I was all that was left. Then my name was Constanice. I lived in Atlanta, I had friends, Hanna, Julie, Malinda. Now my name is Phoebe Lane. I live in Chicago. I have friends again but I do my best to keep them at arm's length, to keep them safe from them, from me. I never want to hurt people but I can’t help it. It’s now in my nature, I hate it. I’ve searched my whole new life for a way, any way to get out of this but it's impossible. Death will never come again. It's like I’ve chased away my only chance to be happy again. To see my family again.
By AnnaMarie K Cobb2 years ago in Fiction
Assassins High School
I was the last one up that morning which meant I would be the last one to shower. “Oh crap,” I said, throwing down my fist into my mattress. I sat up and began to walk to the bathroom. It was an okay size, a small separate room held the toilet and shower. The rest was a giant mirror and two sinks. “Why didn’t any of you wake me up? There won’t be any hot water left,” I looked inside and saw Halle now with wavy hair from the braids and applying a long cateye with her eyeliner and Brailee was brushing her hair.
By AnnaMarie K Cobb2 years ago in Fiction
Assassins High School
How fitting that my name be associated with death considering how I seem to cause it to everyone around me. Even as a child, death followed me, as it was in my blood. I took my first life before I was even a day old. My mother died soon after I was born. The pressure from the labor weakened her heart so much that it gave out. My father kept no pictures of her around because that pain was too much. He named me Elizabeth Tessa Moreau which sounds innocent enough but he named me after one of the first female serial killers. My mother, whose name was Lorain, picked it out. She thought the name of a killer might help me in this life. Both of my parents were assassins.
By AnnaMarie K Cobb2 years ago in Fiction
Murder, A Dish Best Served Hot
What could I do? How could I escape? How could I have let this happen? Was it my fault? All the bruises and cuts flooded my memory like home videos on a tv. I stood there in my skirt with my hair in a bun and my shirt clean and crisp with an apron over me. My black flats, that were worn out and hanging on by a thread, freshly cleaned and fixed to the best of my ability. I prayed it was enough.
By AnnaMarie K Cobb2 years ago in Fiction
