Hannah Woods

Hannah Woods

I'm a single mom who enjoys writing in my free time, anything from random stuff to fiction. I have muse for random things so my writings may vary in my profile. 

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  • Hannah Woods
    Published 5 months ago
    Red Dress

    Red Dress

    Click, click, click. It was the classic sound of heels hitting a hard floor. When she entered the bar, all eyes were on her, and it was as if she had walked right out of a movie. Her light brown hair slightly curled, draping over her shoulders, a sheer red wrap around the top of her head and a red dress outlining her every curve. Stopping at the bar next to the only gentleman wearing a suit, she leaned against it looking at the drink selections they had.
  • Hannah Woods
    Published 5 months ago
    Postpartum

    Postpartum

    I always knew I had both anxiety and depression growing up, and especially in my later teen years after I graduated high school. I also knew where it all came from for the most part, that was no question. I had experienced things that I wouldn’t even wish on my own enemy. As at the age of thirteen (13), the only option that I could think of to make my life better and the lives of people around me a lot better was to commit suicide.
  • Hannah Woods
    Published 6 months ago
    Demon Mother

    Demon Mother

    It was unusually bright on the balcony that night, despite the lights from the other apartments shining through the windows. I was leaned up against the railing on the opposite side of where my apartment was placed, and for some reason I was alone. There was no sound. Not even the chirping of crickets, that would sing their song late at night, could be heard. All I could hear was the air, a strange sound, hard to describe to someone if they've never heard it before. The night was completely still, and I just seemed to be the only life around me—for what seemed like forever, I was stuck. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on moving away from the balcony, but it seemed that all my efforts were futile. My eyes shot open at the noise of a door creaking. My front door apartment was slowly opening and I could see the white static on a TV screen in the front room. Suddenly, my heart started pounding and I could hear my blood pulsing through my ears. My hands became sweaty as the sound of the white static from the TV began to get louder and louder with each passing second, and my breathing seemed to be getting more constricted. Something moved at the corner of my eye and I was finally able to turn my head away from the haunting scene of my apartment. However, what my eyes landed on next was nothing better. It was my mother, except she was different. Her back arched almost like a cat's, her fingers were long and pointy, and blood dripped off of them, as well her teeth. Her teeth. They weren't regular teeth. Instead, she had fangs replicating a vampire's mouth. She smiled at me. A sinister laugh came out of her mouth as she threw her head back. She stepped closer to me and all I wanted to do was run away. I had never been more terrified of my own mother in my entire life. My feet wouldn't move from that spot and instead, I fell to the ground. The laugh got closer and closer. I was almost afraid to look up from the ground. My mother's legs were right in front of me. A loud piercing scream filled the air as my mother jumped on me and attacked me. I tried screaming for help, but my voice was gone. And when I opened my mouth, it seemed I couldn't even find air to breathe. Somehow, I had managed to push the demonic version of my mother off of me and get away from the apartment building, running down the stairs. I heard a low growling as my mother chased me—but the closer she got, the slower my body was able to move. I looked around, wanting, hoping to find anything that would protect me from her. Suddenly, my body stopped moving as it felt like something pierced through my abdomen. My knees buckled in pain, and my hands clutched my stomach. Looking down, my hands were covered in blood and an arrow was sticking out of me. I gasped for air, feeling my body jerk. I looked around, a cold sweat covering my body. I was in my bedroom and everything was fine. It was only a nightmare, I thought. That was until my body froze at the sound of the same sinister laugh that I heard from my dreams, my eyes shot back open and the demonic version of my mother was standing over me, with blood dripping off her and down on my face.
  • Hannah Woods
    Published 6 months ago
    Unexpected Pleasure

    Unexpected Pleasure

    The music blared through the speakers and I worked my way around the pole as if it was my second instinct. It was all too natural to me. I made my way to one of the customers sitting at the stage. It wasn't until I had wrapped my hands around the back of his head that I realized who it was. My neighbor, Dylan, had visited the strip club that I had worked at, having kept my work a secret from him for a couple of months. I almost froze in my tracks.
  • Hannah Woods
    Published 7 months ago
    My Best Friend

    My Best Friend

    My back leaned against the door of the bathroom as I let out a sigh. I never thought that I would find myself in this situation, and my head was spinning, not only from the alcohol but from the events of the previous hour.