ImperfectlyTee
Bio
One of my favorite quotes ever " Well behaved women, rarely make history".
I write to maintain my own sanity. Escaping reality and living momentarily in the never-ending world of my imagination is quite...hmmmm liberating
Achievements (1)
Stories (6/0)
Shadow Side
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Four pledges walked in, knowing, only one would leave out alive. As they sat in a circle around the jack in the box, they each sent a silent prayer that the clown would not pop out facing them. The doors were all locked, and the windows were all sealed tightly in place. They each had a different motive as to why they had chosen to sign their life away. The lure to become a member of the coveted secret society was so strong, that not even the expanding missing persons list in the area was enough to give them pause. Cara a new divorcee, sought comfort. Stan sought to prove he was the most cunning. Greta sought a new adventure, while Larry sought control. Stan the oldest of them all, sat stone faced, strategizing how he could ensure that he wouldn't be the one to die that night. He searched their faces, waiting to see who would be stupid enough to crank the toy first. Larry reaches out, and Stan smirks, of course he would have the desire to prove he was the bravest of them all. The box begins to play a macabre tune on and on and on. Out pops the clown, and it's facing Cara.
By ImperfectlyTeea day ago in Horror
Freeze your Brain
As the summer heat beats down on my back, and sweat rolls profusely down my shirt, I eat my snow cone in hopes that it will regulate my body temperature as I write this story. ICE ICE BABY pops in my head, and I do a little victory dance! I reminisce about the days before the mass production of the tiny machines currently sold in homes, when my only means of indulging in the iced treat would be through attending a carnival or some other commercialized event. Oh, the beauty and convenience of modernization! I am grateful however, that the mass production of products now allows me and others to dabble in things consistently, that we once had to wait for. Every spoonful causes a different memory to resurface, and I am hit with a longing and a nostalgic feeling towards things that once were. Things lost. A petite frame for one. Oh, how I miss overindulging in sweet treats without a single thought towards my waistline. Thank goodness for sugar free syrup nowadays, because just like 90's, my very high metabolism is now also history. Speaking of history, let me tell you a little about why I feel the snow cone deserves the title of " the true summer treat."
By ImperfectlyTee14 days ago in Feast
The Dark Side of Fire
Chapter 1: Rhea There weren’t always dragons in the valley; we once hid in the mountains and in other densely populated areas. During the day we take our human form, but at night we freely roam in our animal skin. We are capable of surviving in either form despite the time of day, but the darkness of the night allows us to wander freely with the likelihood of exposure at a lesser rate. If exposed we have feared we would be used as either weapons for the government to fight wars we want nothing to do with, experiments for scientist who want to replicate our DNA, or we face the reality of becoming almost extinct yet again by those who fear what they can’t comprehend.
By ImperfectlyTee26 days ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
Smile, Say CheeseRunner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
Hey Mom! I never told you this before, but I did it. I ate all the cheese you specifically purchased to place on your charcuterie board. You know the one you special ordered straight from Italy? You waited months it seemed, just to try those seven different varieties of aged cheese, and I stole your moment of glory. I didn't intend to eat it all, I just wanted a little nibble of each, and why on earth would they send such small squares of cheese anyways? I mean honestly, if anyone is to blame, it simply must be them for sending such minute sample sizes. Those blocks of cheese, and I use the term "blocks" loosely, were the size of petit fours. I've seen much bigger squares of cheese placed on the ends of traps for house mice or rats. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not making any excuses for my moment of mischief. However, in my defense, I now understand the famous lays motto " betcha can't eat just one". I know this confession is twenty years overdue, but better late than never right? I'm getting way ahead of myself though with this confession , let me start from the beginning.
By ImperfectlyTeeabout a month ago in Confessions
I'm Always Watching
Most people are afraid of the things that they can't see, but I'm afraid of the things that I can. As a child, I was afraid of the monsters under my bed, or the tiny little noises coming from my closet. I became so paranoid, and my hearing became so enhanced, that even the muffled sounds of my neighbor's car would wake me from a sound sleep. I could hear every drop of rain, trickling slowly down the roof, and it would immediately jump start my anxiety. I would beg my parents to leave a light on, because I believed that bad things were afraid to show themselves. I was wrong.
By ImperfectlyTee5 months ago in Fiction
