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)
A Day That Changed It All
I dreaded going to work that day, I was feeling unwell at the thought of what I needed to do. I was 19, and an escort. That day, I chose to instead go to a friends house, a dominatrix who was happy to host me. Everything seemed okay, until I got a call from my volatile boyfriend. My boyfriend at the time, was known for his anger problems, and even had napalm in his nick-name. I could feel my world seizing as I brought the phone to my ear, unaware of how bad my life was about to become.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (5)
TOME 6 I stared off into the distance for some time, Gabe's voice echoing resentfully through my head, blaming me for his death. He "spoke" in a tone that he never had in life, a slithering tone that stunk of disdain. I never thought we would be here, a group of five down to only two and a half. I eventually decided it was time to leave, but I was unsure whither that meant leaving this room or this house all together.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
I can wait.
I sat in the picturesque living room, lit by the 150 gallon fish tank, watching my brother play on his GameBoy while listening to my mom get beaten. I am almost used to this setting and stimuli, but not quite, sure I know it's wrong, but now is clearly not the time for action. Taking a large sigh, I slump into the feather couch, and begin to rub my cold, clammy hand against my forehead, eyes still fixed on my brother. My dear brother was truly the only good thing about this house of carnage.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
The Ruler of Cruelty
I know I'd been walking for a while, but my memory was a little hazy, as though I'd been drugged. The floor was slick with the blood and puss that puddled across the fleshy floor. As I walked I came to realize something which disturbed me, the stalagmites were made of mounded up bodies, dropped carelessly into a hill. My hands were bound as were the hands and ankles of my parents, all three of them. We were being pulled along a seemingly endless hallway which seems to lead to nowhere, and as soon as I thought it, we've arrived in a large room lit by several fire torches.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Living With Bipolar & BPD
Growing to learn about myself more has been a long, tumultuous journey as I accumulated diagnosis after diagnosis. I find myself analyzing every week, fearing a manic episode, or a downward spiral, both of which have ruined my life before. Bipolar to me has been the cyclical death of life as I knew it, the reset butt on nobody asked for. I can find myself in a position of control over my daily life only to have mania catch in the back of my brain, pulling me up into the stratosphere like the cracking voice of a pubescent boy. I can find myself in a job I love, only to crash down through the glass ceiling of my emotional wellbeing.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
On Trauma & Abuse
Huge TW for abuse here I learned at a very young age the true monsters to be feared are your fellow humans, they are who lurk in the shadows and follow you home. They are the ones who understand human emotion and torment you regardless. I was like most any child at first, I loved my parents and I adored my cat. You couldn't see the trauma slipping through the lines in my book yet.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
Please don't be a premonition of 2021...
This year began with an anti- climax as I spent the evening in bed with the Flu , browsing my bank accounts in search of some way to feed myself. I realized with a heavy weakness that I would not be getting a proper meal on my own and began to ask friends for money for delivery as I couldn't leave the house till it was confirmed I did not have Covid-19. A friend helped graciously and I was able to fill my stomach while writhing in pain, watching Star Trek, and hoping I'd be well in time to start my new job.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Humans
A Town Called Sacrament.
People seem to doubt me when I tell them stories of Sacrament, sometimes I even believe them, until I talk to others who grew up there. A town where you were crazy not to tell your children how to get away from certain death. A town where you had to establish yourself as dangerous if you wanted to see adulthood without trauma.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Eating my experience (4)
TOME 5 I woke in the dark, my pillow still sopping wet and stuck to my face to the sound of alex playing the banjo slowly, trying to perfect a song he apparently wrote while i was asleep. "how long was I asleep?" asked groggily causing alex to jump slightly and drop his banjo on his lap.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Going up?
Where am I? I've been in this tall tower for as long as I can remember, but I can't remember how long that is. It almost feels like I was born here. The room is caged, round, and empty, the only thing in here are stairs, and the sound of water dripping, but everything is bone dry. Everything is stone, and looking up all I see is stairs spiraling up forever.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences
TOME 4 I couldn't so much as move till mid-day, when alex had come looking for me, we were the last two left out of five. He pushed into the room quietly, taking only a moment to absorb the scene in front of him. Gabe's lifeless eyes had started to attract flies, just another twist of the knife. Alex slid next to me, sitting on his heels as he slid his hand into mine. Alex and i were close, he was possibly my closest friend before all this happened and now, he was all i had. We had lived together once upon a time, and he was the only thing keeping me sane at that time, hopefully he could do it again.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror
Eating My Experiences
CW: cursing, violence, loss TOME 3 I rolled around on the floor for what felt like hours, birds were chirping. I assumed that Gabe was gone, ran out the back or something, Alex slept, and I could hear that gang arguing in the front yard about weather they should stay or leave at this point. We were really far from any other houses so I usually wasn't very worried about Zombies, but at this point it would be a problem if they kept screaming out there.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Horror