Jinx Cipriano
Bio
I am eighteen years old, I am a female. I really like to read and write, my preferred genre's are fiction and horror for both my writing and reading material. I hope you enjoy my stories and I hope everyone has a good day!
Stories (6/0)
Forgotten
August 14, 1945 “Everybody line up!” Barked the headmistress of the gloomy orphanage. All the young children scatter, they push each other trying their best to get in line quick. Once everyone was lined up, the cruel headmistress made her way down the line. She eyed the children with her cold blue eyes, she was all business. Headmistress Ketch was never casual, the children always saw her steely grey hair tied into a tight bun, and she always wore a pressed grey dress. The children had a nickname for her, they called her the iron maiden. She obtained that nickname because of her hands, they would feel like a paddle of iron whenever she would spank the children. Though, sometimes the spankings would be a little… too rough.
By Jinx Cipriano6 years ago in Horror
Would It Matter
I've always wondered, would it matter if I was here? Would anyone truly miss me if I ever decided to just end it? This question was always stuck in my mind, did my 'friends' really care about me? Would it matter to them if I were to disappear one day? I tell myself, "Of course they would, Sienna, you're just being over-dramatic again," but there's a problem with that simple answer. The little voices in the back of my head scream, they scream and tell me that it's all a lie. That my simple answer is nothing but a big fat lie, just another little white lie to get me through another day. I've seen the signs, my friends are pushing me away, telling me they don't need me, that they don't want me. That's okay, though, no one has ever wanted me. My parents didn't want me, my siblings didn't want me, only the evil voices that live in the back of my head want me. So, I always ask myself, would it matter?
By Jinx Cipriano6 years ago in Psyche
A Broken Record
Have you ever felt like a problem? Like, you never mattered to anyone in your life? They always tell me to keep my chin up and that it couldn't get any worse. Every time I try to talk to them about my problems, they'll call me a broken record. Always saying that I repeat myself, that my sadness and fears are in my imagination. To them, depression isn't a disease. No, it's a made-up thing that people like me use to get out of doing things. Whenever one of my spells hit, my mother will call into my room saying: "Get up, Dean! I know you're faking!" Truth is, I'm not. You can't fake this, depression isn't easy to fake. When I don't want to get out of bed most days, my dad will barge in and drag me out of bed and onto the cold floor. He says I'm too young to be depressed, he always tells me that sixteen-year-olds pretend to be depressed so they can get out of going to school or to get out of chores.
By Jinx Cipriano6 years ago in Horror
Ashlyn's Darkness
It's happening again, mommy and daddy are fighting. I sit in the far corner of my room and hide my face behind my knees, I just want the fighting to stop. "The drinking has to stop Tommy! I can't take it anymore! You have to choose, the booze or your family!" Mom yells from the kitchen. I flinch when I hear loud slapping sound follow her words, mom screams and begs for daddy to stop. I cover my ears and close my eyes tight, just block out the noise, that's what she always tells me.
By Jinx Cipriano6 years ago in Horror
Trapped
The days go by in a blur, they blend together like paint. One day its orange, but then the other day which is blue, blends in with the orange. Making it a different color and a different day, she doesn't realize I'm here. She goes through the days oblivious to my existence, before the darkness faded from her life she knew I was here. Ashlyn knew I was here because I protected her from the bad things. When the darkness was in her life, I had to protect her from it, she could only trust me, but then the light came. The light came to her in a blue suit and a badge; the light took her away from the darkness and into a brighter life. As the light grew, I began to fade away. Ashlyn forgot about me, stored me away in the back of her mind along with the other dark things. "Hey, Ash! Are you still coming to my party tonight?" The sound of her new light speaking causes me to stir.
By Jinx Cipriano6 years ago in Horror
Child of the Red Moon
I hold onto Aria’s hand as we make our way through the crowded streets of Salem, each person we passed gave us a menacing glare. Since the day my little Aria arrived, no one in the town of Salem liked us. Aria arrived on the night of the red moon, some said she was the Devil’s child because of it. Other children her age always say her eyes hold evil within them, but I believe their mother’s put rubbish in their little minds. I glance down at my daughter; her blue eyes stay facing forward. I must admit though, sometimes she seems off. My hold on her hand tightens as we near our destination, “Now Aria I expect you to be on your best behavior whilst we are in the meat shop,” I mumble so only she can hear me.
By Jinx Cipriano6 years ago in Horror
