Hannah Marsh
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Stories (4/0)
Therapeutic Ramblings of the Mind
They say it's therapeutic to get it out, but what am I searching for? An answer; I have that. It's clear: disrespect. They said it themselves, in a roundabout way - for someone so cut-throat and "brutally honest" they sure know how to tiptoe around shit.
By Hannah Marsh2 years ago in Psyche
You leave me speechless
There wasn't much to say about her - if saying nothing meant saying everything. In truth, Lexi left her speechless. All she wanted to do was make her happy, loved, noticed. The girl wanted to tell her how much she meant to her, and whilst Lexi acknowledged it, was grateful for it, it didn't feel enough - she wanted to say more, do more but couldn't.
By Hannah Marsh4 years ago in Humans
I don't know.
Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Forcing myself to hear the keyboard clicks that refuse to let me sleep even if I could. God knows I want to - or do I? I don't know anymore. That's my answer for most things; sometimes I feign ignorance and other times I don't. I just don't know.
By Hannah Marsh4 years ago in Psyche
Smokescreen
Animosity lingered between the two of them; the only two in that room that had never met—they still didn't even know each other's names, for Christs' sake—but a tingling on the neck and quiver of the upper lip meant something was amiss. Alas, all of this was unnoticed by the other five people within the room.
By Hannah Marsh6 years ago in Horror