Marlowe Faust
Bio
I try.
Stories (17/0)
The Narcissist
Boyfriend and Girlfriend are sitting on the couch; they are nearing the end of their disagreement. Girlfriend is convinced that they are close to reaching an amicable solution. Boyfriend is convinced he is incapable of being the man she needs him to be. He tries, but never for the right reasons.
By Marlowe Faust 7 months ago in Humor
Twisted
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. There was something off about the way the small flame flickered, like someone was just out of sight, breathing heavily onto it. The hair on Amanda’s arms stood up and her instincts quaked under her goosebumps.
By Marlowe Faust 2 years ago in Fiction
Burning Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But when they finally came we registered a new kind of terror, and it was paralyzing. We only left our handmade homes at night, and only when our resources were almost gone. We hardly spoke to each other, and if we did it was in a tense whisper. We glanced around feverishly while out of our homes, as if there had never been a time when we walked the earth freely. We were so scared that we were barely living. Our hope was fading, and madness was setting in slowly for some.
By Marlowe Faust 2 years ago in Fiction
Stand Up
I'm sitting on the bathroom rug and I feel like I have nothing left inside of me. My entire body is shaking, and I want to claw a hole through my chest and scrape out this horrible, empty feeling that is rotting me from the inside out. I secretly wish for that implosion – just to finally end the dread of it.
By Marlowe Faust 2 years ago in Poets
Skinless
When you see a broken person from a fictional universe it’s hard to deny that there is something aesthetically pleasing about them. They’re skinny, fairly clean, and wearing baggy clothing that still accents their bodies perfectly. They have dark circles under their eyes, but those only add to their eerie beauty as they gaze longingly out of large windows at storms that perfectly reflect their inner turmoil. The camera will zoom in and you’ll watch as they shed a single tear, that neatly falls over their unblemished cheek. Their home is a little cluttered, but not a disaster. The old Chinese take out boxes even look kind of cute positioned on the coffee table just so. Fictional sorrow is appealing. The person on the screen is still recognizable as a human being and it’s easy, effortless really, to sympathize with them.
By Marlowe Faust 2 years ago in Fiction
The Tragedy Owl
“Every time anything notably traumatic happens in my life, a barn owl appears.” If the sentence shocked or disturbed my therapist in any way, he didn’t show it. I don’t know what I expected from him, but after sharing my deepest, most unhinged truth, I wanted . . . something – something other than a diagnosis regurgitated sloppily from the DSM-5.
By Marlowe Faust 2 years ago in Fiction