Sophie larissa
Bio
I have beautiful children and an amazing other half. They are more than enough for me. They are my reasons for doing what I love.
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Stories (28/0)
No where tracks
A cold breeze dances across my face, I open my eyes and adjust myself to the dim lighting above me occasionally flickering on and off. I push off the cool metal floor, using the pole to steady myself. I have a slight pain in my head niggling away at me enough to rub my hand across the back. The train is moving at full speed, I just see blank walls outside. I glance down the carriage noticing its empty, quiet and clean, no other sign of life or movement or sound. I turn to try the operators door and it opens but no one is inside, no driver, no other staff just the controls. The room was dark apart from the lights on the control panels buttons, there was no window though. It was a window but it was all black, I couldn't see a thing so where is every one and how is this train driving itself?
By Sophie larissa2 years ago in Horror
The collection
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Curiosity seduced me as I closed in on the forest lining, there was no hesitation to find out who's moved into the cabin. The last anyone knew about its owners is that they were an elderly couple who built it themselves and live there to their last days. So crept quietly across the grassy opening and ducked underneath the candle lit window. I stayed crouched in the dirt for a few minuets to listen for any movement inside. Unsuccessful I slowly fished out my phone and turned on the camera and set it away to record. I filmed for a few seconds through the window to see if the room was empty. I played back the video and it did appear empty with only the candle burning and a vacant bed.
By Sophie larissa2 years ago in Horror
A new age
There wasn't always dragons in the valley. Once the dragon hunters had died out or left, the mighty creatures slowly came back to seek revenge. At least some did anyway, others sought to live in peace beside us. Rumour has it that there could also be some living among us but not in a dragon form, in a human skin. The rumour started a few months ago when a local claimed they were gathering supplies in the mountain and spotted a human transform. No one really believed a word of it at first but that person did mysteriously disappear a few weeks after the sighting. Now a few months on its nothing more than whispered gossip in the corners of the camp. My father had noted in his journals over his career of being a dragon hunter that there was some magical abilities dragons possessed. But the human transformation thing was not specifically mentioned but I wish I knew for sure. If I made that discovery at least I could restore honour and respect back to the family name, and I wouldn't be looked down on for my mothers choices. You see my father was a well loved man and he put his life on the line on many occasions to protect the camp from dragons destruction and slavery. But after his death my mother started to act strangely and it was found that she choose to help dragons and rumours say she offered to be a breeder vessel for them.
By Sophie larissa2 years ago in Fiction
The Baby Trials
Working in the same company for 5 years, I never thought there would be a whole part of of it under ground that I never even knew about. Dr King had approached me a few weeks ago, taking an interest in the research I had been working on. That day in my lab I was nervous and terrified when my intercom announced Dr King's arrival. I rinsed the sweat off my hands before welcoming him in and introducing him to my project, that I named Genie. We were locked in discussion for an hour and by the end of my presentation his eyes were wide and bright. I waited anxiously for his thoughts, its never been known for Dr King to personally enquire about others research who is not in his personal team. He smiled and congratulated me on my hard work, claiming I am the key to his current research. I beamed with pride and thanked him and confirmed I can come to his lab after hours.
By Sophie larissa2 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Rising
Labels, acronyms and diagnoses. Letters, appointments and chaos. Suicide, loss and destruction. We are all divided when it comes to our thoughts and perspectives when talking about mental health. In this day and age we unfortunely still have some who believed its way over used and is an excuse. Then we have people who believe we are all in crisis at some point with our mental health. Which I fully support, we all do have moments of lows and highs when it comes to our mental health. It just seems like some manage better than others and the window of tolerance is greatly varied between each person.
By Sophie larissa2 years ago in Humans
Roblox life
I figured this would be helpful for parents who have children that are always on this game and not know much about it. Even though a lot of parents are watching there children being sucked out of existence and into this game. Trust me I know it too as my own daughter is living the life of roblox and think its her entire universe. You will probably notice as well that the kids are obsessed with the over whelming amount of youtubers that use this game as their money maker. They seem to go hand in hand and together they are the ultimate power couple when it comes to the fans of roblox.
By Sophie larissa3 years ago in Families
A family duty
March 3rd marked the last day I saw my Grandmother and, it was the day I most regret for not paying as much attention as I could have. She was always passionate when she spoke regardless what it was about, but that day all she talked about was following the instructions. She did not seem to have many confused states over the time she became unwell but this book she preached to me, was something else. I was not sure if the talk was a lecture or a scolding the way her tone kept changing from harsh to soft. I sat and half listened while I day dreamed about what I was going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe a chicken dinner for one or a Chinese for one, I suppose it depends on what's left of my pay check after rent. I also pondered a shopping list carefully deciding on what to sacrifice this time to afford to live. I do know Pebbles my cat is running low on his food so I guess its waffles that are not essential this week.
By Sophie larissa3 years ago in Horror
The school part 4
The school soon decided classes should resume but delay the showcases for a few months, instead our new teacher is wanting us to rehearse a show in memory for Miss Hail. I have been trying to get to grips with the whole routine but even though I am here living my dream, I cannot shake the fear over what happened with Mr Black. On top of that I still have not figured what happened on my first night when I blacked out. Not many students talk to me much but they do talk about me and do not attempt to hide it. I should be more concerned but right now I feel like I'm caught in a whirl wind. Throwing myself into practise as much as I could is the only thing that allows me to stop the anxiety. The bell broke my spell of clarity signalling the end of the day, I purposely hung back to ask the sub if I could practise a little longer. He shrugged and said "knock yourself out, the doors lock in an hour" and wandered off.
By Sophie larissa3 years ago in Filthy
The school part 3
The next morning I instantly felt the karma coming at me full force. As soon as my eyes began to stir so did the sickness and the pounding headache. I could only roll myself off the bed and stager to my feet to get to the bathroom in time. The sickness wavered and I managed to use the sink to support myself and caught sight of my clock's reflection in the mirror. I cursed to myself and hurried to dress and freshen up, I packed my bag one handed while using the other to sort my excuse for hair. Giving the map of the school one last check on my wall, I dashed off running as fast as I could across the wooden floors to class. To my dismay the class was well in swing and checking the clock on the far wall , turned out I had missed pretty much all but 10 mins of the whole morning classes. I quickly debated whether to just head to my next one or face the music. Even thought skipping would be an easy option, but I knew I had to be tougher if I got into this school. So here I go, I ripped off the Band-Aid and entered the room ignoring the stares and the sudden collapse of the music.
By Sophie larissa3 years ago in Filthy
The school part 2
September 5th, I step out of the taxi and push that moment away and grabbed my suitcase. I began the acescent up the steps to my destiny and glided through the glass doors. The marble floors were magical, and the reception was almost like a palace foyer. I was greeted by a woman who looks like royalty herself. I curtsied trying not to look to common which she met with a smile. "Miss green I assume?" she extended her hand, "yes, that's me". We shook hands and I felt the need to curtesy again and the nerves had well and truly set in. I felt the sweat forming and hoped I had not transferred any to her hand. She let out a little laugh and awkwardly called over a member of staff and wished me luck. I tried to let out a thank you but all that came was sounds I did not know I could make. I burned up feeling ashamed of myself that I acted so abnormal in front of the head of the academy.
By Sophie larissa3 years ago in Filthy
The school
The day I got accepted in a ballet school was the start of a dream coming true, but it was also the day my life fell apart and I ended up alone. What a great way to spend my 18th birthday, ultimately getting the best gift ever as well as losing what made me happy before it. I had to cut out a lot of childhood luxury's throughout my life to get to this, the auditions and finally my acceptance letter. My mother was did not approve of this when she realised the sacrifices were growing as I improved. She thought I was paying to high a price for a dream that took years to build but can shatter any moment. And who knows maybe there is true to that, but I want to try with every ounce of strength I have. I am willing to risk it all to see if I make it or break.
By Sophie larissa3 years ago in Filthy
Scars they cannot see
Maybe you experience this yourself or know someone who does, maybe you've seen a person who does and may not know they do. Unfortunely in the world we live in now, there are still people who see physical scars and are disgusted. There still people who think it does not need to be done, there are still people who sit wonder why someone just ended their life. There are still people who claim they did not need to do that to themselves and that they were there for them. But in reality maybe they were not there at the right times.
By Sophie larissa3 years ago in Psyche