Persephone Stylet

Joined May 2021

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Just a small-town girl livin' in a lonely world. Also a writer.

Stories (14/0)

i only need a second
Tick tock, tick tock Take a breath Take inventory Bloodstains sinking deeper, so much deeper Plush carpet that costs a week’s salary, at least
By Persephone Styletabout a year ago in Poets
I Am the Silence
I spend too much time locked inside my mind. After hours spent in self-reflection, One would think that I would be bound to find
By Persephone Stylet2 years ago in Poets
a child outside, a child within
Where is your compassion? I see none in your reaction. The name of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Have no place in your hateful boast.
By Persephone Stylet2 years ago in Poets
Hyacinth Haunting
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It felt like a miracle when I saw it, like a gift from whatever gods happened to be listening to the prayers I was screaming.
By Persephone Stylet2 years ago in Horror
A Prologue
A duel of bloodlines, both shed red and proud (In fair Verona - seems so young to me), Their so-called ancient grudge makes their cry loud,
By Persephone Stylet2 years ago in Poets
the girl on the bench
A young girl sits on a bench, surrounded by kids her age running around together on the playground. There are stains on their khaki shorts from the chopped-up tire mulch, their hands are blackened from it, and the smell of rubber in the August heat fills the air. The girl wasn’t placed on the bench for a form of punishment, she had just seen it when she walked outside and felt it a nice place to sit. She feels as if it were where she belongs. She recognizes a few faces from her class, can recall a few names, but she doesn’t know anyone - not really. She sits, observant and content. Her new pink tennis shoes swing back and forth above the ground. Her teacher is worried for her, though, and says she should find someone to play with.
By Persephone Stylet2 years ago in Fiction
eye of the beholder
Detective Rhea Townsend sat down at her desk with a heavy sigh. She hated the cases with dead kids – especially when the primary suspects were kids too. Rhea hated putting kids behind bars, but she knew that sometimes it was unavoidable. Murder can’t go unpunished, she thought to herself. She had just gotten back from the crime scene, and her stomach wouldn’t be the same for days. There was such hatred and anger in that scene – so much emotion, passion, and desperation. It was all so... teenage. Rhea’s concentration was broken by the deep tones of her partner, Darren Apollo.
By Persephone Stylet2 years ago in Fiction
Alienated
“Give me everything you’ve got,” demanded a voice weathered by the winds of time. The Stevi B’s employee looked the sunflower stalk-limbed man up and down in confusion. “Sir, aren’t you a little old to have ghost peppers?”
By Persephone Stylet2 years ago in Fiction
purpose
For the duration of my time on earth I have been told I have one purpose and one purpose alone. I exist to please a man.
By Persephone Stylet3 years ago in Poets
Lover
I've been told I need to write lists. "Write out what you want, write out your standards, write out the pros and cons." So I suppose here, I'll do what they say, and make some lists.
By Persephone Stylet3 years ago in Poets
The Boy in the Woods
There was nothing strange about that night that told me something was off, nothing in the air or in my surroundings to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. All my life, I’ve assumed anything strange I’ve seen or heard was just me being paranoid, the result of watching too much crime TV, or my dreams spilling into reality. I’ve always been skeptical, not just of ghosts and demon interaction, but of pretty much everything. It takes a lot of evidence and proof to make me believe someone.
By Persephone Stylet3 years ago in Horror
A Teenage Love
"crush" Oh, why can’t I stop thinking about you? You see, darling, you never leave my mind. I should be honest, this is nothing new,
By Persephone Stylet3 years ago in Poets