Ciara Wholey
Bio
My thoughts and musings.
Stories (11/0)
Are you listening?
Day 2: “are you listening” It was dark out. Pitch black almost. I could hardly see my own hands in front of me. And the woods seems to close in further over my head. I felt the branches looming over me and the fast underbelly of the forest expanding over miles and miles. I could hear small creatures scuttling across dried leaves and distant calls of foxes to their kits. I knew what it was, but it still sounded like screams to me. Violent and tormented.
By Ciara Wholeyabout a year ago in Horror
It's Always Leo Season
I’ve always enjoyed learning stuff about zodiac signs and how they apparently impact our lives. But I don’t know that I ever so much thought of it impacting mine, until I walked into a little coffee shop on Newbury Street, Boston. The door swung open and the little bell on the handle chimed a merry tune.
By Ciara Wholey3 years ago in Futurism
Piano Keys are Made of Bone
“Your thoughts are loud.” She said, cool grey eyes peering over her teacup. She sat in a tufted armchair that matched the rest of the house, which was seemingly out of a storybook with its grand chandeliers and cathedral ceilings, complete with perfect replicas of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel. The tearoom was honestly the least grand in the whole house, and even it stood the test of time, as if you walked right into the Victorian era.
By Ciara Wholey3 years ago in Horror
Tomb
It was humid out. The kind of humid that sticks to your skin amongst the sweat and pollen. Uncomfortable really but much preferred to the brutal Massachusetts winters. Yellow-jackets buzzed around front porch lights and the laughter of little kids floated from back-yards.
By Ciara Wholey3 years ago in Horror