Luiza Araujo
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IG: @thisluizaaraujo
Stories (15/0)
Interpreting Ed Gein
* This text contains spoilers for Psycho, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and The Silence of the Lambs. November 16, 1957 - Plainfield, Wisconsin. Local police arrived at Ed Gein's home on the farm where he had lived his entire life, long after his father, brother, and mother passed away. Up until that day, Ed was seen by other townsfolk as a harmless local character. An oddball who people hired for odd jobs at their own farms, and trusted to babysit their kids.
By Luiza Araujo6 months ago in Horror
The Owl
Cam stared out the car window, she had never been more aware of how her lips felt just resting against one another. The sound of hands shuffling around the steering wheel tugged her back to reality, in the car with Jay. Usually, the drive to Cam’s parents’ house was accompanied by a fight, usually over a misunderstanding.
By Luiza Araujo2 years ago in Fiction
Love Will Tear Her Apart
My girlfriend Marie works at an antique shop. That’s where we met. I went in looking for vinyl records but then I saw her, she was the most beautiful thing in that charming little shop. She rang my items through and stopped to tell me she was a Talking Heads fan as well, holding my soon-to-be record of ‘77.
By Luiza Araujo2 years ago in Criminal
Death at Bull's Tavern
Heavy hoofs broke the silence in the desert, a puff of dirt with every step along the narrow hall that had the audacity to call itself a town. The man atop the heavy black horse wore a wide brimmed hat, under it, his eyes glowed ardent green. Soon enough, the man spotted two buildings with its welcoming lights on.
By Luiza Araujo3 years ago in Fiction
Who Shot Ya?
Everybody knows how, when and where Christopher Wallace (aka Biggie) and Tupac Shakur died. Only six months apart, two men of 25 and 24 years-old were shot in the middle of messy crowds that follow big events, and every set of curious eyes looking for their 15 minutes of fame saw an opportunity to create their own version of who did it.
By Luiza Araujo3 years ago in Criminal
Recycling The Good Times
There’s nothing quite like opening a new notebook. The cracking sound with the turn of every stiff page not yet softened by time and use; the smell of processed paper, still slightly chemical; and, of course, gliding a pen along a line, crossing a new page for the first time.
By Luiza Araujo3 years ago in Lifehack