Calie Judy Brooks
Stories (17/0)
I Won’t Debate Anymore!
I am stressed out by a comment I should have ignored and because of that I can’t sleep. It’s new year's eve, so I can not sleep if I want to and no one will care. Though, theoretically it is already the new year, starting awfully bad for me. All that because I decided to make ONE comment on a subject of debate. It’s decided, my new year resolution is to get involved in no more debates anymore. If you wondered what the debate was about, I won’t even mention it. It would only bring the debate here instead and I said no debates! My sleep depends on it. I need my sleep back!
By Calie Judy Brooks4 months ago in Journal
Drunkness
The other day, I was drunk for the first time in my life. While I was still under the influence of alcohol, I had the idea to write about the effect it gave me. I added some information afterward. All the things I wrote after I sobered up are written in a different font so you wouldn’t mix up the two. I left some mistakes I made as they are to leave a more natural effect to the fact I was drunk. Now, that’s how the text started.
By Calie Judy Brooks6 months ago in Proof
The Singing Flower
There once was a flower. A pretty little flower living in a beautiful field. She was the only flower of that vast field of the most wonderful green color. In her loneliness, she only had her voice. The most lovely voice anyone could ever hear. She loved to sing. However, it was the only thing she could do. Her roots were so deep she couldn’t even move a leaf. Her petals were the only parts of her which could move, but only with the help of the wind. Which made her do a lovely dance to accompany her songs. As if the wind itself was bewitched by her voice and tried to help her with her solitude.
By Calie Judy Brooks7 months ago in Fiction
A Monster To Choose
Deep water, the fear of many people. Even some people who never saw horror in it still have this instinctive fear of it. It’s partly because of it’s darkness. We can’t see what it hides. Like a thick curtain hiding mysteries. Both of them can hide beauty, but it’s not the possible beauty we fear. We fear that underneath the black curtain is hiding even more darkness. Eternal obscurity that we can’t run from. A shadow that will lead us to an eternal night.
By Calie Judy Brooks7 months ago in Horror
America Don’t Have Talent
The names have been changed to keep their anonymity and time distorted the memory of the event, so it might not be as accurate as I wish it would be. However, I did my best to stay as close as possible from the truth I know. It’s as close as I could get from reality. If I remember correctly, it was in 2012, but I might be wrong and it’s just a detail anyway. Enjoy the story.
By Calie Judy Brooks8 months ago in Humans
