Marlowe Faust
Bio
I try.
Stories (17/0)
Rationalizations of Murder
You: The fan in the coffeehouse spins at the pace of a slow jog – slow enough to count the blades, but fast enough that you have to recount a few times before being absolutely sure about the total. Your focus rips from the ceiling as you are suddenly assaulted by a table-side after your friend aggressively throws herself into the stool opposite of you,
By Marlowe Faust 2 years ago in Fiction
To Be Her
(TW: Mental illness, Eating disorder) I blinked against the slender rays of light that slipped, uninvited, through my blinds. I was sitting up. I couldn’t remember if I had sat up intentionally, or if I had done so in my sleep. I pressed the frozen tips of my fingers against my cheekbones and sighed; I really didn’t want to get out of bed. Moving was exhausting…always so exhausting. But I had to go to school today; I had already skipped the past two days. I heard glass shatter downstairs and I glanced at the clock. It was seven in the morning, and she was already drinking.
By Marlowe Faust 3 years ago in Horror
Second Chances
I felt something like a staple pierce my skin. There was another, then another —five of them total— like impossibly sharp fingernails. I was pulled onto my back; my eyes were still squeezed shut. I was trying to pretend to be asleep, but my whole body was tensed, and I couldn’t make my breathing calm or even, no matter how hard I tried. I had never felt fear like I was feeling now. It coiled around my ankles and slithered upwards, leaving each of my limbs immobile as it passed.
By Marlowe Faust 3 years ago in Horror
Certainty
I saw the shock on my husband’s face before he masked it with feigned confusion. I wordlessly held the clear, heart-shaped locket out to him. For an instant I was suspended inside of a heartbeat; floating in the moment before he touched the necklace and revealed, with absolute certainty, his feelings for me. How the locket worked was incomprehensible at its core, but the way in which it worked was fairly simple: you hand one of these transparent heart lockets to your partner after depositing a small drop of your own blood inside, and the heart changes color to show their true feelings for you. It sounds like a tacky mood ring, but it’s not. It’s real. And it ended the world.
By Marlowe Faust 3 years ago in Fiction