Keely Ann

Joined January 2023

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Whatever you want to know about me can be found in my writing ;).

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Sacrifice
Dark hair pooled around a slack face, giving the body an aura of a demented mermaid. Sarah combed out the ebony strands, running her fingers through it like she always did. Hair didn’t feel dead, so if she just kept brushing it, she could almost imagine Mags was still alive.
By Keely Ann2 months ago in Horror
Man in the Mirror
"I didn't do it," I said. My voice was small and cracking, strattling the edge of adulthood. The man stared, his startlingly familiar eyes unblinking and accusatory. I tried to look away, but his gaze held mine as if they were one and the same.
By Keely Ann7 months ago in Fiction
Fear of the Dark
I’ve never seen the lines of her face, but the sound of her screams are as familiar to me as the beating of my own heart. We exist in the void, together but always alone. Shuffling along a path that has no destination, the temptation to reach for her never abandons me, but my fear is stronger and stops me from touching, from speaking. Suffering is the only sound we’re allowed to make in this world.
By Keely Ann7 months ago in Horror
Hope
Hope is a weapon we use against ourselves. The aches from the wounds it's inflicted never truly heal, and yet I find myself
By Keely Ann8 months ago in Poets
World of Deception
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. The deep lines around hardened eyes added to the shadows underneath them. Weathered skin was adorned with raised, angry scars and a toughness that only came with an equally difficult life. A silver sheen glistened through otherwise brown hair that might have been beautiful on someone else. The woman who stared back at me was a cruel reminder of every horror and sin that this body had been witness to or committed.
By Keely Ann8 months ago in Fiction
Erupting
we entrap our emotions refusing to face them or even recognize their existence pushing them under into the abyss so deep
By Keely Ann9 months ago in Poets
The Good Ol' Days
The good ol' days of our past That were never meant to last Haunt us with their glowing smiles As we endure present trials
By Keely Ann9 months ago in Poets
The Key To Happiness
"One of the biggest things I had to unlearn is that -- for me to be happy, I need good grades and a high paying job." I saw this on Instagram, and it struck me. This is an idea that is engrained in most of us from a very young age, and I used to believe it with all my heart. I was Salutatorian of my high school class, graduated college with honors, and attempted to make that money, believing I was checking off all the boxes that would lead to pure bliss.
By Keely Ann10 months ago in Motivation
The Monster
The rising tide washed over and rattled the bones that were overflowing from the mouth of the cave. Some had been there for decades, escaping the grip of the waves that tried to haul them to the bottom of the ocean beyond the shore of the island. They clung to the rocks and sand that had become their forgotten home, waiting to hear the song that had drawn them to this place. It resonated throughout the cave, echoing off the stone walls and reaching out, enticing anyone who was unlucky enough to be sailing by. There were no words to this song, no regaling lyrics that told a story of love or triumph. It was more of a feeling than a melody, a yearning that stripped away will and conscious thought.
By Keely Ann10 months ago in Horror
Unfamiliar
He was the crisp morning air misting the mountaintops with life just before the sun ascended. He was the quiet in those
By Keely Ann11 months ago in Poets
The Lonely Path
She walked a path that was full of spectators. They stood on the sidelines as she traveled alone. Some reached out their hands, brushing her fingertips
By Keely Ann11 months ago in Poets
Top Story - January 2023
The Real WorldTop Story - January 2023
The chaos of the city slowly melted away as they made their way west towards two-lane backroads and vacant acreage. They were both quiet and had been for the last two hours, the only sound being the soft murmur of the radio.
By Keely Ann11 months ago in Horror