Catherine Burford
Bio
I'm just your everyday Autistic Artist.
Stories (35/0)
- Top Story - November 2023
AmorunusTop Story - November 2023
Nicole was past her limit when she came home from school. After three presentations, one of which she totally botched, she was ready to unplug her mind and drift into absolute bliss. As soon as she got home, she escaped to her room. She traded her backpack for a pair of headphones before climbing up on her bed. The headphones gently covered her ears in a tight embrace as Florence Welch serenaded the overstimulated student.
By Catherine Burford6 months ago in Poets
Tears and Giggles
Enigma the Clown was believed to be in a permanent nebulous state; she always acknowledged people who weren’t there, even before the incident. Since she was a clown, it was hard to tell if it was all an act, or if she had truly lost her mind. Sure, she was strange the moment her career launched, but things haven't been the same for three years. Was it trauma, or was she was simply living up to her name?
By Catherine Burford7 months ago in Poets
I Feel The Earth Breathe Into Me
TW: Su*c*de and depression If I remember correctly, I knew I was different since I was six. It was my first day at a brand-new school. I was supposed to wear a uniform, but I insisted on wearing my favorite pig costume. I was allowed to wear it at my old school, so why couldn’t I wear it here? My parents eventually gave up and let me wear it as long as my uniform was underneath it. Fortunately for them, my teacher was accepting enough to give me permission to wear it until recess.
By Catherine Burford10 months ago in Fiction
You Shouldn't Be Me
Gwen woke up with yet another bruise on her leg. Knowing her mom would freak out again, she quickly threw on some jeans. After fumbling around in search of a bra and sweater, she remembered her glasses and stumbled downstairs for some breakfast.
By Catherine Burfordabout a year ago in Horror
You're Invited to Ethel's Birthday Party
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This candle only burned in the middle of the summer every ten years, and it served as an invitation for wanderers to make themselves at home. Unless you want to lose some body parts, you must respect Ethel’s rules and only enter her cabin with her permission.
By Catherine Burford2 years ago in Fiction