L.D. Malachite
Bio
L.D.Malachite is an author from California who specializes in Horror, and psychological explorations on trauma.
All stories published here are first drafts which will be later published as books.
Stories (61/0)
Eating my experiences (10)
TOME 11 We stood, daunted at the edge of town, having expected more dilapidation of the population. I found myself heaving in each breath, unsure how to mask my climbing anxiety. I choose to instead stare at Alex, open mouth as if to speak, yet only gasps protrude into the air. He looks over, concern filling the space between us as we realize I am having an asthma attack.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (9)
TOME 10 My heart beat faster with each pounding footstep, harder with each anxiety riddles thought of the impending town. We are now a mere half a day from town, and we had an eerily low amount of problems. We had not seen any in person, having only heard them on rare occasions, though I suppose not many people traverse this route now.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
An odd beginning
I have been hearing of my own death for months now as though it had already happened. The inhabitants of the other apartments walk past my door each day gossiping of how I died, each time more or less different in some way. It's funny how the word of mouth works, huh?
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Why didn't I wait?
"I'll come back", I grinned, lying through my stained teeth, hand on my brother's small shoulder. I knew far too well that I was never setting foot in his house again. What we had all gone through that night was frankly the last straw, I hid finally broken into a million jagged pieces. I would not live through another god knows what with my step "father" if you could call him that, I didn't.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
Is this child a demon?
"No, I really mean it, the child never sleeps, but she has so much... energy... every morning, night, and day." My mom wavered into the phone, exhausted, depleted. No body believed her yet she was right. I slept a mere hour, when I did, and yet I bounded to life at sight of the sun each day as if living on a heavy dose of meth each day, alike my bio mom.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
Freshman Year
TW: suicidal ideation, depression, trauma, I was staring at the wall riding a bus home, and I cannot for the life of me stop thinking about all the ways I could attempt suicide, a task I tried nightly, failing every time. I had found myself in a cycle of self hatred, waking to the nagging voice reminding me you failed again, can't do anything right. I tried to shake myself free of the intrusive thoughts that cluttered my every thought until it completely died out. Leaving only the intrusive thought, leaving only plots of suicide.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
Eating with an eating disorder
Let's start from the beginning, lets start with my mother's eating disorder. My mother was a woman who did not eat due to the traumas imparted on her by her grandparents, people I had never met. Mom was told she was fat from her hospital bed as a teen when she passed out because she was so underweight. She had no clue when she was with child how often children ate, as she didn't consume on a daily basis, asking my grandma "do babies have to eat every day?". The news rippled across my family as people realized with a start that she was in no way fit or prepared to be a parent.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
Mom's missing again
"Your mom is missing", the words resonated through my soul for days, "she ran away" I knew she would be back, I knew she couldn't hide forever. I was at school, sitting in the "cozy corner" a small area covered in sheep skins and pillows. This would be the third day in a row I had spent my recess inside, an act that drew gentle teasing from my classmates. I was not upset because she had abandoned my brother an I again so much as I was aware she would be found, and when she was her life would be incredibly hard.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
My Life Isn't a Story Book?
I spent the first half of my life entranced with the idea that my life was simply a book, my psychiatrist later told me it was a "trauma response." I narrated each move made, each emotion felt to the most minute of detail. People would assume I had ADHD, when in reality I was just mulling over the overwhelming wall of text that had become my life. I was 23 when my psychiatrist told me, while I sat sequestered in my room at the mental hospital, about the book theory.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
Eating my experiences (8)
TOME 9 We set out early in the morning, the dew from the night prior quietly dripping from nearby trees. It was cold and we were unprepared for this walk, but I could not be dissuaded from leaving. "Come on Alex!" I said walking briskly in front of him as he was wiping the sleep from his eyes. We were about a fourth of a mile away from our new house, and completely alone amongst the sound of frogs.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
A good deed gone forgotten
I squandered my childhood on raising my brother, on saving my bio mom time and time again. I miss what could have been to this day, but I wouldn't change a thing. Despite being destroyed in the process I wouldn't want to change a thing about the events that transpired. I allowed my brother enough room to grow in my wake, while keeping my bio mom alive for long enough to get her out of that house.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Humans
Grandpa's insanity
The familiar sound of harps cascaded in my bedroom window, signaling it was Wednesday. I stood absentmindedly as I came to realize I did not have money for food at the farmers market today. With a heavy sigh I crossed my small yet messy apartment in search of food that would not come. I had odds and ends which did not meet.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror