Charles Wood
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Write what you feel, even if it doesn't make sense.
Stories (13/0)
The Camera Fades in
A mysterious anomaly steps out of the woods, near an empty road. It is a shadow stepping out of the dark, walking south. It’s a demon, covered in leather, faded denim, dirty boots, long tangled hair, slim with a long pale face and a stern chin. It becomes clear, it is a man, he approaches closer. He is clean shaven and covered in blood, a knife dangled on his belt in its sheath.
By Charles Wood4 years ago in Criminal
Famous Youtube Star First Time
I am a long time friend of Lia, aka sssniperwolf. the other day I went her house when her bf was not there because that is usually when she wants to have sex. She does’nt have sex with many people because she is famous and cannot trust videos or pics of her being leaked then she will no longer be rich. so as i was saying i went to her house and usually we go straight to it and this time was different which is why i am releasing this information about her. my name is rob and i do not care if my name gets out there or my image. i want to share this story.
By Charles Wood4 years ago in Filthy
The Suicide
Chapter 1 Joe was going crazy at home, he was having anxiety all day to the point where he had to leave the house and walk to clear his head. Only twenty-four years old and he was already losing his mind. It was 12am on a Saturday so he was going to walk to the bar three miles from his house to the city where he liked to sit and watch people. He’d sit around at the park, chain smoking, looking at all the tourist, locals, and city workers all walk by and sonder. Where do all these people go after work, after the night is over, do they like their jobs? Do they have secrets I cannot see? All these thoughts and questions would wash over him like a tsunami to the point where he would forget what he was worrying about, what was causing his own anxiety.
By Charles Wood4 years ago in Psyche
Drunk in a Barrel
Chapter 1 It was 12am on a Tuesday, I had just ran out of whiskey at the house, all I had left were three 16oz beers, it was not enough for me to get a buzz. So I made my way to the closest bar on foot before 2am, I took a Twain book and wanted to just read, smoke some cigarettes, and catch that good o’l sweet buzz I was sweating for. It was only maybe a mile away that I had to walk and on the way there I sipped on one of the beers I had, to I got there.
By Charles Wood4 years ago in Horror
Death in the Afternoon
It was a beautiful sunny day with clouds large and looming covering the sun with enough illumination to light the earth below. The sky was blue as the pacific ocean and the clouds as light as snow. It was January so the weather was cool enough to wear a nice knitted sweater and not even sweat, so it was one of those days, the days where you open the front door and there are dozens of kids outside riding bikes, playing tag, hide and go seek, even the parents were outside sitting on porches and talking, no one was stuck on the couch glued to the television drinking beer or wine and what ever you think depressed people do in their homes.
By Charles Wood4 years ago in Criminal