Stephanie Foreman
Bio
Amature horror writer, and horror movie junkie
Stories (15/0)
“It’s Only Me.”
I live in my childhood home that has been in my family now for 3 generations. It was built by my Grandfather (my Dad’s Dad) in the 1940’s or 1950’s. Growing up, I only had my paternal Grandmother, and my maternal Grandmother and Grandfather. I was told that my paternal Grandfather died well before I was born, and my Grandmother never remarried. I grew up in this house and as a child I could never understand why of all the rooms in the house, my parents room gave me this bad feeling for some reason that I never could understand. That room is next to the bathroom and as a child I had this fear of something reaching out and grabbing me if I took too long walking past it, so I would walk down the hall and when I would get close to the doorway and just run past it into the bathroom and close the door.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Horror
How Do I Get Out of Hell?
I would like to tell you my story and ask your advice as to how to deal with getting this over with In 2005, when I was 18, I began dating a 44-year-old man (yes, I know now that he totally saw me coming from MILES AWAY). I began dating him because I was never “the girl anyone wanted to date/get to know” and I was afraid to be alone and having never had the attention from boys/men I was just swept away when I finally got it.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Marriage
What is?
Social psychology is the study of how a person’s behavior and even thought process is impacted by others in society. If I could research I would want to research why (especially when faced with many accounts of negative interactions with one person or a group of people expressing like behaviors) we are so quick to defend someone who exhibits Narcissism and invalidate their “victim.”
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Psyche
Self Driving cars
Unit 2 DB: Technology and the World Technology changes at a rapid pace. Think about how technology has changed over your lifetime. The way we collaborate, shop, and socialize are just some items that technology have been impacted. Think about the world of transportation and automation in vehicles such as self-driving cars. After you have read the articles provided in the Readings and Resources, decide how you feel about advances in technology, such as self-driving cars – are you “for” or “against” the idea? Please answer the questions below:
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Futurism
The Battle
11 With car keys in hand he walked down the driveway with Joanna’s library book under his arm. Looking at the Toyota there was someone clearly behind the wheel but the glare of the afternoon sun made it impossible to distinguish any specific features of the individual. Trying to keep the paranoid thoughts from creeping back into the forefront of his mind, he just kept walking to the car to get his errands underway.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Chapters
My Horizon
Stress induced fatigue shuts everything down. No energy, no hope, and no relief in sight. On an island that while inhabited by others besides me, my loneliness permeates everything. Feeling alone in a crowded room is someone’s saying that while accurately describing everything also falls short of fully encapsulating the gravity of the weight that is carried. Always there for others, bending to their whims and needs, but when the favor is to be returned, my cup is always passed along never to be taken up by another. Cares and olive branches given to me while I am present, jealousy and olive branch gilded knives left in my back while I am away. Whiny precipitation is the forecast of the days that beat out the rays of light once there before. Goodness, honesty, and loyalty once the driver has been forced into the back seat to make room for envy, hypocrisy, and treachery. Made to feel inferior because of insecurities by others. Labeled a problem for a select few who cannot get away with their petty offences. Chastisement given for show to bolster the ego of the few. Weight upon weight added to the load already being carried that cannot be let go and left behind. Once confidence laid with me at night and kept me warm in my bed, confidence has been dismantled and moved on to a better specimen more worthy, leaving me cold and deserted. Reduced and ragged taking each day as it comes, hoping that good will triumph over evil once again, but being wise enough to not hope that such a thing will happen while there is evidence mounting day by day that it will not come. Usually being able to get up from being beaten to one knee, but being beaten to both knees takes even longer to get up. My horizon is gray with storm clouds threatening rain every day, and nothing on my horizon gives any indication of the storm passing by anytime soon.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Poets
The Battle
8 Michael woke-up gasping and rolled off the couch. Coughing and trying to steady his breathing he looked at his right wrist and saw four shallow crescent punctures in his skin. Looking around the living room he laughed at himself. Was he really expecting to see the open grave right there in the middle of the floor? Picking himself up off the floor he turned off the 6 o’ clock news and walked upstairs to get into the shower. Puzzled by the dream he was content that it was different, but confused as to the point of it. On top of all the emotions he was feeling, he was anxious to tell his dream to Joshua to find out what his opinion was.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Chapters
The Battle
5 When he was finished in town he drove home making one last stop at the liquor store a few blocks from the house. He used to drink when he was in college before going to the seminary, but stopped when he and Joanna started dating and he never continued. Since she passed he really hadn’t gave it much thought, until today. He bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and a six pack of Coca-Cola. He was emotionally exhausted and felt physically drained from accepting his past congregation’s sympathies of hugs and handshakes. He wanted to get drunk and forget. But if he called and cancelled his plans with Joshua that would be a “sign”. Besides he already promised. With his new necessities by his side he pulled into his driveway fighting the urge to start pouring a drink before putting the groceries away.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Chapters
The Battle
2 He awoke to the droll bantering of the newscasters talking about what movie star was arrested and all other nonsense that was not really news. Looking at the clock on the mantel he decided to get up and get something to eat. Though his appetite diminished a little more every day the nearer the anniversary day came, he figured he should at least force himself to eat. It was almost 9 o’ clock which meant Joshua would be calling to check on him. Even though he hated being checked on, he liked knowing that his best friend was thinking about him. It wasn’t like they would find him in the bathtub with his wrists slit, but Joshua would call anyway.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Chapters
The Battle
I “Michael help me please.” Joanna cried while she laid in a pool of her blood in her once white dress, gasping for her every breath. Michael knew he was running towards her, but he wasn’t closing any distance to her. The harder he tried, the farther away she seemed to be. She continued to cry out for him, then that skinhead walked to her. That skinhead with the swastika tattoo on his neck, and gun in his hand. Michael tried harder to run faster as the skinhead knelt down over Joanna with his gun to her head. He could hear her sobbing as the bullet was being chambered, and the skinhead looked at Michael and smiled. His smile revealed beastly pointed teeth that matched his soulless black eyes.
By Stephanie Foreman8 months ago in Chapters
Walter
Sitting on the park bench watching the people passing him by, Walter could only try to remember what it was like to be young. Time has not been very kind to him. The days when he used to run in the sun without a care as a youth has left his face weathered like a piece of leather. Seeing the lovely couples walking by hand in hand made him grimace as the acid from his stomach leapt to his tongue.
By Stephanie Foreman9 months ago in Fiction