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𝐇𝐲𝐰𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲
"𝘗𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥."Hybrids are forbidden, even among the damned. Bad things happen when the blood of two monsters is mixed - it creates an untamable power, even to those who hold the reins. To create one or to be one is the last a mistake a soul will ever get the chance to make. Unless you don't get caught. Darcy Warin has a dangerous secret.…
𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞". 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?Olivia 'Liv' Lawless was ready for the future. The big city had lost its novelty and the bright lights had become little more than a nuisance. It was time to finally make use of her degree - to plant some roots. She moved back to the house she inherited from her grandma, back in small-town Maine. That fated summer would be full of changes, it turns out. Out of her two sisters, she'd lose one. Her parents split up, and the sister she had left would be coming to live with her in August. One night in late July, she drank her emotions down in a whiskey swill. In the humid heat, she met a perfect stranger with blue eyes and light brown hair. She never got his name - or maybe she didn't remember it by the morning, but what did it matter? After all, she didn't need to name of a memory. He was the past. Unfortunately, the past worked at the same private school as her.…
ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ 411
"𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨 - today, August 25th, 1997, another missing persons was reported in the town of Lost Lamb, North Carolina. The victim is 16-year-old Sabrina Sullivan, who was visiting Persimmon National Park with family at the time of her disappearance. Despite being in close-proximity to her parents when she went missing, there were no witnesses at the scene. Currently, there is no evidence to suggest foul play. Her mysterious vanishment has re-sparked concerns over what locals of Lost Lamb have deemed "Forest 411", or Persimmon (National) Park. This nickname is survived by the twenty-five other unsolved missing persons cases that have been traced back to the area. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲."That was twenty years ago, and thirteen other people have gone missing in Persimmon National Park since. Men, women, children, and the elderly have vanished under strange circumstances in Lost Lamb, without a thread of similarity to tie them together. In regard to those who have disappeared, all the cases share only two aspects: every person vanished in the woods, and all their cases remain unsolved. Detective Redmond 'Red' Sullivan has returned to the small Carolina town after a twenty year absence, desperate for answers. He isn't leaving until he finds out what happened to his cousin on that idyllic summer's day, two decades ago. The trouble is, the thing that lurks inside Forest 411 has been waiting for Red for twenty years.…
𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧
The year was 2008, the city was Nashville, Tennessee. Josie M. Graves was a disc jockey at 109.9 Hear Radio Station - nothing more, nothing less. She left home at 14-years-old, knowing that when she went, it would be forever. Now she's eighteen, working three jobs to cover rent, and she's never wanted to return to her childhood trailer park. That place crosses her mind sometimes though, when there's a pen in her hand and loneliness cradling her pained lungs. That's where the songs came from. Despite the calling muses, Josie had never wanted the glitz and allure of stage lights and fishnets. She never saw herself as a performer; especially after watching Nashville's finest for a few years. There were people who were made to be watched and adored and she was not one of them. At least, she never thought so. But sometimes, life drags you kickin' and screamin' down an avenue you would have never crossed otherwise. In Josie's case, life went by the name Boone Hansen.…
𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞
"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭."Wylie Goodwin was a perfectly normal addict. He was haunted, and lost without a compass to guide him through the world's suffering. So, he ingested whatever happiness he could find, wherever he could find it. His heart was too soft to endure all the suffering he saw, but he was never strong enough to do something about it. He never wanted to waste his life on booze and pills, and he tried hard to recover. Many times. However, he could never quite get it to stick - that was, until he had no other option. In a million years, he would have never thought that a toaster and a bathtub were all it took travel to a second dimension. He was proven wrong, for the millionth time in his forty-six years.…
𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬|| 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬
"𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦..."𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔...…
𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
Alaska Monroe is lost. Struggling through the raging tides of grief and trauma, she has never felt more alone. A small town on the outskirts of the world is there to catch her, but will the place and it's people be enough to save her? In Alderwood North Carolina all the backroads lead to dead ends. That's how confining town feels to Alaska anyway, but maybe two curious souls can show her that this is only because she needs to follow the road not taken...…
𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐁𝐮𝐠
𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.Sorrow, lust, fear, and impulsivity. These visceral emotions are bleeding anthropology; cut the wrist of humanity and watch them seep out. A small seaside town on the hazy coast of Newick, Washington understands the poetry of life better than anywhere else. The ocean rumbles and groans for the bitter, while the backroads carry away the renegades to the tune of cicadas and rain. It's a tired hollow, a place to rest your head on the outskirts of the world. But, word travels fast. Incandescent rumors turn to wildfire - all it takes is a morsel of gossip to feed a starving town, and curious night fellows are often the most hungry. That's an unfortunate truth for a girl with scarred hands, a man who made a mistake and a woman who he begs for forgiveness from, a strange, tattooed foreigner, and a quarterback that walks the streets with a stroller. What will become of them? Only time can tell, and she's the most ravenous of all... tragically, she already knows all their secrets.…
SUGAR AND LIME|| Short stories!
This is just a short stories that I've written!…
November, November
A short story.…
The Unspeakables || Portrait of a Prophecy
Young Montague never set out to be a bad omen. However, the Guides were the spinner's of fate, and they had a grim muse in store for her. When peering into her future, they saw something more deplorable than words could speak. It plucked a minor chord in their chests, and sent a shiver of despair through the town. What they saw - was nothing. A one sided mirror, reflecting centuries upon centuries of superstitions. An Alasivit. The first in nearly two decades... a sign like rain warning of a hurricane. To be placed an Alasivit was to be brandished a teller of tragedy, according to myth. In all of history, never had one with an unreadable mind not meant a peril only they could throttle. They left legacies seared in the earth, but they were never recalled fondly. The only thing more deplorable than being placed as one, was to be an Alasivit with an Unspeakable magic type. Young Montague never set out to be a bad omen... perhaps though, she had been one from the start.…
THE GARDEN FILLED WITH DAPHNES|| MY OCS
"Let's Run Away to the Garden Filled with Daphnes..." This is a book of my ocs for role play!…
A Kaleidoscope of Summer Hues|| Contest Entry!
A short story for a contest!…
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐝𝐢...
A private playlist.…