Claire Lewis
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Stories (4/0)
Reflections of a DV survivor
Most abusive relationships do not start out that way. Our relationship began as any other – attraction, lust, companionship, affection, love. So. Much. Love. A love that was so fierce and intense that I stayed and tried my best to please him, even as cracks and red flags began slowly appearing. A love that is so strong that even when things were really bad, the love that he showed immediately after hurting me, and at other times when things were good, pulled me right back in again. A love that is so deep, that you felt that he would do anything, literally anything, for you. Because of you. To protect you. A love that I craved.
By Claire Lewis3 years ago in Confessions
Heavens to Betsy!
Betsy's cakes are the best in town. Everyone says so, and she has multiple awards to prove it. Her cakes are a feature at every school fete, bake sale, birthday party, and wedding. There is something about Betsy's cakes that leaves you hungry for more. Every single mouthful is oozing with richness and utter deliciousness! The euphoria from eating Betsy's cakes is like a drug - and everyone in town has an insatiable hunger for more.
By Claire Lewis3 years ago in Horror
Willow's Palace
The rain was coming down hard now, roaring like a stampede as it pounded against the old tin roof. There is something deeply comforting about the sound and the smell of rain - there is nothing else quite like it. Curled up in front of the crackling fire and tucked up under the covers, there is a soothing sense of security. The deafening thunderclaps and the blinding lightning flashes make for a brilliant light and sound show, adding to the serenity and the feeling that, right at this moment, all is right in the world.
By Claire Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
The comfort of dreams
I awoke with a start. Heart pounding, covered in sweat, not quite sure of where I was. It was a dream. The one I've had every night since it happened. Transporting me back to a simpler life - where we were happy, we didn't have to worry about survival, there was joy and laughter. And family. And hope. I never want to wake from these dreams. I long to go back to sleep where I can return to a happier time, visit my loved ones, and let myself hope for a future.
By Claire Lewis3 years ago in Futurism