Psychological
Design and Drive
Claire knows the last thing she should be doing is sneaking a dress form into her family’s house. For one, dress forms are bulky things that are quite difficult to hide, but she didn’t think about that when Arthur said he found one for cheap from a thrift store going out of business.
By caitodoesstuffabout a month ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 5. Content Warning.
Welcome, everyone, to the thrilling finale of Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale! Thank you all for your continued support in this project that means the world to me. In the future, I plan to release a collection of other stories about other domestic abuse survivors. After all, each situation is unique and deserves its own spotlight! Please enjoy!
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Fiction
You Weren't Supposed To Do That.
I warned you over a thousand times, about that haunted house. I told you that anybody who went in there never comes out. You heard the ear piercing screams, and you didn't listen. You saw the blood trickling down those walls.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Fiction
May God Have Mercy On Your Soul
His breath was a steady rhythm of in and out as he stared intently at the high-definition screen sitting on the desk in front of him. His right finger tightened on the cold, metallic trigger slowly, he could feel a low hum in the air. She was just sitting there on her couch reading a book. Digital scopes on screen showed him that the weapon was aimed directly at her heart. His finger paused, readings said the weapon wasn't at 100% capacity yet. Heat waves began to show clearly in the air around her. It was even visible on his screen, but she only turned a page in her book and continued reading.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a month ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 4
Ch 4: There Were... Separation Pains To this day, I still haven't gotten a proper answer why Hector helped me. The position paid him very well and ensured his job security as long as he stroked his ego. A position many would covet. Evidently, it wasn't enough for him, as he sacrificed his position to save me.
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Fiction
The Cave
Musty air permeates the room and settles deep within your lungs. It chokes you while you strain against every trembling breath. Something metallic coats your tongue. Is it blood, or something else? You lick your dry, cracking lips, and the iron seeps deeper into your taste buds. It dribbles down your chin with every attempt to spit it away. You swallow hard instead but are met with what feels like needles lining your throat. It makes you cough hard into your hand that comes away coated crimson.
By Gunnar Andersonabout a month ago in Fiction
