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Laydee B Writes
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Like wine, my writing gets better in time. Here's my work, my thoughts all over the place... Let that sit!!! LOL!!! But seriously, I just really love to write!!!
Stories (28/0)
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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own; pale gray skin, darkened blood stained chapped lips with a blueish color present as if she was deprived of oxygen. Droplets of water roll from her face as her sunken eyes blankly stare into what seems like my soul. The feeling of despair resonated from the depths of her dark eyes, sending waves of fear through me as goosebumps rose to cover every inch of my skin. I’d been through this many times before except this moment felt more real than any of the other times. I blink once but she’s still there, loud in silence. I blink again, this time rubbing my eyes as I count to three before reopening them. “Yes, it worked.” I sighed with relief. It’s the only trick that my mother taught me as a child that actually works. I stared into the mirror several minutes longer, wondering was my mind playing tricks on me or is it some creepy stuff going on. Something felt off but I couldn’t wrap my finger around it. I took a final look at the mirror before turning off the light and walking to my bedroom.
By Laydee B Writesabout a year ago in Horror
One Wish Granted
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The thrumming of the generator has always been the source of my peaceful sleep. Moderate vibration and homey warmth suffocates the room, somehow relieving me from the feeling of loneliness. Being isolated from the general population isn’t as bad as most people makes it seem. It gives me time to think. Time to focus on what most think is a dream that’s too far to reach.
By Laydee B Writes2 years ago in Fiction
Cabin 810
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The teardrop shaped, small glowing flame danced to a rhythm of its own, as if a steady flow of wind claimed the surrounding space. Anything beyond the window was dark and uninviting, but I would be lying if I say it hadn’t piqued my interest. I laid awake snuggled beneath the covers, warm and content but unable to settle.
By Laydee B Writes2 years ago in Horror
Break The Chains
Imagine being fifteen years old, attending a predominantly African American school when you’re the same as they are but your skin color is pale in tone due to albinism. Imagine everyone complementing one another and you’re the sheep surrounded by wolves.Your parents do their best to instill confidence in you and shelter you with love and kindness because they know that people in this world can be cruel and insensitive about your condition. Relentless bullying and mistreatment eventually leads to you believing everything that you’re told about yourself. Imagine with all the mistreatment and lack of confidence and self awareness, you’re not dressed the best but only in what your parents can afford at the time. To everyone else your clothing is considered rags but to you it’s a blessing because the year before, you and your parents were living in a car.
By Laydee B Writes2 years ago in Psyche
Gone Tomorrow
Dear Cousin, I never thought of how precious time is and how often it’s wasted holding grudges and not speaking to one another. It slips through our fingers like sand in an hourglass. I did not know that yesterday would be the last time I heard your voice or the enthusiasm behind it. I did not know that losing you would hurt this bad. I didn’t get the chance to say how I feel about you. I didn’t get the chance to say a proper goodbye. It makes me think of the times you reached out to me and I completely ignored you because I thought we’d have more time. I thought that you’d be around a lot longer than tomorrow. They say time heals all wounds yet, it has been six months and it still feels like only yesterday that we were all video chatting. I remember writing a paper on you many years ago when I was a child, it spoke of how you inspired me and how you were my hero. I want you to know that, that feeling has never gone away, I just grew older and didn’t know how to express myself without looking like a creep. As I just wrote that, I was smiling. I remember how much of a go-getter you have always been, like when you wanted to open a daycare, you went and opened that daycare. I remember how you wanted to become a foster parent for the special needs children and you went and became that. I remember the time when you reached out to me because you must’ve had a feeling that I had been going through a lot, I missed your call and was too self conscious to video chat with you so I lied, telling you that the chromebook wouldn’t allow me to video chat. You replied “Okay, I was checking on you.” It wasn’t until a few days ago that I went into my messenger and saw that text and it broke me, cousin. I remember how all those people were being rude to me over facebook and you told me to ignore them and unfriend them. I did, and it made a big difference, thank you. I remember the time when I was a small child and fell off of the yellow chair and I’d been laying sprawled on the bathroom floor for a few minutes, I suppose. It was you who found me and helped me up even after I had been mean to you just days before. I remember all the times that you wanted a hug from me and I told you no when I was a child and the one time I told you yeah, you were concerned, lol. Sounds crazy but it's true. It was good to be because that was when I had a life threatening condition. I remember just last year, you called me just to tell me you loved me and that I should have children to expand the family, it really makes me smile. I’ve never really been the sentimental kind of person but that truly did touch my heart. Thinking of it today, I’m crying. I remember always being by your house as a child because you were more fun than my parents, you know it meant a lot to me. I’ve always known you were my cousin but I viewed you as an aunt. Of course I didn’t call you aunt because then that would have meant that I was softening up and you know in this family you have no choice but to be hardcore. I remember I went by your house to write a paper for school and you took out your time to help me type it. Did you know that I’d gotten a 100% on that paper? Everytime I have talked to you, I have never heard you speak bad about anyone. You’ve always been neutral in every conversation and honestly I used to get mad off of it. I wanted feedback, the unfiltered feedback, but that wasn’t your style. I see now that you wanted family unity. I see now that you just wanted peace. Sometimes, I get the feeling that you felt alone and just wanted that bond and close knit family life like anybody with a small family would want. I guess I’m saying, in more ways than one, you were my hero. You were a listening ear and an advice giver. You were a person who would give her last just to see someone else smile. You were an independent quiet storm who will always hold a place in my heart. I wish I could rewind time and just hold on to it so that you’d still be here. I wish that I’d taken out more time to just talk to you, get to know you better, and just love you the way family should love one another. Oh, how easy it is to let a grudge or disagreement keep us from communicating as often as we should. Looking at those things today is trivial. I now know to say everything that I need to while we’re around one another and to stop putting things off for tomorrow because we can be right here, right now today but gone tomorrow.
By Laydee B Writes2 years ago in Humans
Please Don't Say Goodbye But Say See You Later
Velvety dark brown eyes stared back at Nona, tranquil to a spectator who can only acknowledge the surface while offering no explanation for an undercurrent. There was so much more to be read into those tubular shaped eyes that held so much depth that intrigued Nona from the moment she’d caught sight of the familiar piece. No other painting that furnished the walls of the small art gallery stood out as much as the barn owl with its wings stretched wide, dipping into the lucid wind. Freedom is the first word that comes to mind as she observed the smallest of details. Every color, from the bronze and white feathers and chocolate brown undertones lapping one another, sprinkled with black freckles contrasted perfectly with the surrounding charcoal black and maroon tones.
By Laydee B Writes2 years ago in Fiction
Peeling Off The Mask
Everyday has always been the same for me, just on different days. For the most part from the age fifteen until twenty nine, I've spent my life in a bubble, in fear of the outside world. I worried about the "what ifs," the "what wills," and the "whys" that people all too often asked and joked about when it came to my living status. The way I dressed, the way I spoke, and the way I spoke was filtered and seconded because I depended on others opinions of me.
By Laydee B Writes2 years ago in Motivation
Echoes Of The Land
Each star that stood out, I’d given them a name while laying on the flowered, thin sheet. Staring into the lovely night skies had become my favorite pastime. It was something I like to think of as a space that I could enjoy while being alone. It allowed me to reminisce about my dad’s life before death. I’ve always loved nights when hundreds of stars filled the sky, the same stars that my dad used to tell me stories about when I was but a small child. It had become a precious bonding time for us when we would camp in the backyard of grandma’s house. It started off with dad teaching me how to put our tent together but after a while, I was the one reteaching him. He had Alzheimers, it progressed pretty quickly, unfortunately ending his life too soon. He taught me how to make a fire with sticks and how to filter water, along with other things that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. It was always easy for me to sleep when I was in the tent, somehow I felt closer to him. Every once in a while, I would take the tent and other camping necessities out back to continue the tradition that we started. Sometimes, I swear that I could hear a faint whisper of his voice. Most people would probably be scared but knowing that he was still near, watching me, gave me a sense of peace. Grandma owned a huge white house and 130 acres of land, which included a small lake that had become every kid from around the way, go-to spot to chill the summer’s heat.
By Laydee B Writes3 years ago in Horror
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