GhoulishtaleStudios
Bio
Writing has always been my passion in life. Currently, I'm trying to get my poetry off the ground and hopefully can become an self published author! Any Support will help me tons: ko-fi.com/ghoulishtalestudios Thank you for reading!
Stories (17/0)
A Woman and Her Despair
There once was a woman who brood in her very darkness. The swirling clouds of her deepest despair. Melancholy was her truest friend. Ravens flocked around her lonely stature, where she perched on her lover's headstone to think and ponder. The sky above her was gloaming red. Lonely leaves flew past her in a breeze. There she sat at his headstone in a trance when her anxious ticks arose at last. Looking back on her exquisite memories of when she had a twinkle of hope. Though it wasn't as fond as you may think, for when she was in her younger days, she had an incident. An incident that changed her very core. Never again will she seem so innocent, When insomnia came knocking at her front door. She had always begged for him to stay away, yet he came bursting through some more. Never to be innocent when he defiled her very soul.
By GhoulishtaleStudios2 years ago in Poets
I'm a Person with Multiple Passions. Here's how they've helped me find Happiness.
I have a whole backyard of possibilities. Bought my first home to call my own. Everywhere the light touches is my kingdom. From the Soft dirt to the droplets of rain. My passion is growth. To see the new leaf of a morning glory. A sprout of a seedling. Watching my plants grow into their final form is my happiness. It brings so much joy to care for another life, so sensitive to changes. Too much water and they blacken. Not enough water, they wilt. Giving back to them gives me the strength each day to face changes in my own life. They teach me about patience and love. Each plant is a new challenge. Different care for each. The craft of starting anew. My vision of starting a garden, a thriving ground for new life. An ecosystem for birds and bees alike. I want to give back to nature, like she gave to us. And I get to do the very thing I dream about, all right here in my backyard!
By GhoulishtaleStudios3 years ago in Motivation
A Night to Remember
I remember her, that day so clearly imprinted. I remember the way her shadow danced under the street lights. The way her silhouette crept up each building she passed. She was beautiful. Golden red hair and freckles that neatly collected upon her face. Emerald eyes that shine like diamond rings. Perfect teeth, I wonder what she ate that night.. Ahh.. if only she knew who I was. If only she had known how much I had admired her beauty.
By GhoulishtaleStudios3 years ago in Horror
The Timekeeper
Ah, yes the softness of his skull was my favorite sound. Nothing like the feel of someone new at my fingertips. He looked so innocent just sitting there. A statue greatly posed. So limply placed upon his throne. It had to be done. For every time he gazed at me with those eyes. A shiver sent up my spine. As to what I held to my surprise. His lifeless eyes bluster within my soul. Judgmental from the great beyond. I am sane, it's dreadfully so. But in life those eyes were never kind. It haunts me, I must hide him. Blood from every orifice fills his face. I must hide him soon before neighbors catch foul play. I need his hideous eyes to go away. Ah, but his beauty was here to stay. Where oh where must you go. Stuffed in the grandfather clock. Tick tock, the time flies by. I had only seconds left. I pushed his heavy body in the ticking tower. He will not stay, so stubborn I must say. I proceeded to tape it shut. All in time for a knock at my chamber door. Hurriedly placing a cloth on my prize. With a deep breath, I opened my door.
By GhoulishtaleStudios3 years ago in Horror
