Ethelcain mga kuwento

Good men die too... ....Oh I'd rather be with you... ©silntl0tus

just my tearing words regarding of deep emotions and deep anxiousness and dark childhood dreamland. All of them were tied up through a black ribbon. "myself saw me, so as creep as scary blurry, i can't find a wing; even just one, I'm nothing as brighter as the burning sun I'm nothing as radiance as the lonely moon, I'm nothing as delicate as the fainted flower even with a star, I felt nothing." ♡♡♡

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝."

Cecelia Rodriguez is the preacher's daughter, bound by faith and the rigid rules of a strict, all-girls Catholic school. St. Eulalia's. Her childhood friend Abby offers comfort in a world that demands silence and obedience. But when Ellie Williams arrives, wild, defiant, and mysterious, everything Cecelia thought she knew begins to unravel. Torn between desire and guilt, she's forced to confront the darkness lurking beneath her prayers. A haunting Southern Gothic story about love, loss, and the secrets we bury deep. Ellie Williams x Oc Abby Anderson x Oc

A girl deep in the throes of depression is trapped in an abusive relationship and to pass the time, she stares at his fan inevitably turning around above her on the ceiling, wishing she were d£ad. Inspired by Ethel Cain's 'Head in the Wall'

Louis and Ethel get into a relationship after Willoughby Tucker leaves Ethel and Peter divorces Louis.

Teenage girl Mera, who enjoys hunting, is fulfilled to have the prospective to pursue something sinister. A teenage girl and her father go deer hunting every weekend in Minnesota, United States, in 1992. They hunt deer, and just deer.

Joel picks up a girl on the side of the road who says she's headed west. She won't say why-and he doesn't ask. He should've kept driving. He didn't.

when a lonely highschooler named john finds out hes related to mother cain, things are finally looking up for him. but then his abusive dad gets in the way.....

A star chaser fan fiction inspired by and based upon the glorious creation of Mother Ethel 🙇‍♀️

Emile and his mother live a solemn life, not much to do not much to see in the little religious town of Eden. Where sin is punished and sinners are shunned. When Emile meets someone that changes his life, people call it the work of the devil. After all, From a wild woman a wild child is born.

Catherine had been going to The Sisters School for Girls since she was in the first grade and had been living on the schools dorm property since she was thirteen. She is now seventeen and has been introduced to the new student, Isabella, who is her parents' version of a walking sin. Once she finds out why Isabella is there, Catherine's whole views her life had been built on shatter. These two girls' colliding worlds could make or break them. † Warnings are listed in the story!

I first wrote a poem a few years ago, as a school assignment, and I guess something just clicked that day. Ever since I've been writing every time I get the inspiration. Hopefully everyone who reads this enjoys, and please leave comments, whether it's your opinion OR feedback, any are appreciated. (in chronological order too, i forgot how awful the first few are 😭)

Some houses do not forget. Even when emptied, even when renamed, they remember the shape of voices, the way footsteps once paused near certain doors, the specific weight of longing in the air. This house was never mine, and yet I returned to it. They told me I had been ill. That I needed silence. That I should not be left alone, but neither watched too closely. I believed them. Or I pretended to. Which is, often, the same thing. There are stories that do not begin. They emerge, like stains, or heat, or hunger. They unfold backwards, sideways, beneath the skin. They wait for the right hour. Or the wrong person. I cannot say where this one began. Perhaps with the arrival of Liraz. Or with the discovery of a key that opened no lock. Or with the dream of a voice counting down from thirty. Or with a photograph that should not have existed, and yet did. But even those are only echoes. What I can say is this: if you enter a room and feel watched, do not assume it is by the living. If you read a letter and recognize your own voice, though you never wrote it, do not stop reading. And if someone knocks from inside the walls do not answer. ORIGINAL CONTENTENT 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 2022, 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 "Memory is a house with no windows, we wander its halls searching for a door that might lead us home, only to find ourselves forever lost between the echoes."

This piece of flash fiction is packed full of lyrical prose that tells the story of a short but passionate love in a forgotten Alabama town, inspired by Ethel Cain's 'Powerline Valley'

'i'm still praying for that house in nebraska by the highway, out on the edge of town dancing with the windows open i can't let go when something's broken it's all i know and it's all i want now.' ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ When Rosie had woken up in the Glade, she would have never thought that one day there would be a chance for freedom in the form of a boy who had come up as disoriented and lost as she was. As she learns to adjust to the newcomer Thomas' fire for change alongside Newt, her closest friend in the Glade, the young woman starts to feel a strange fire tugging her two ways and tearing her apart. As things crumble around them, choices will be made and lives will never be the same. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ newt x female oc x thomas (love triangle)

A story of hard love in the south

She is an atheist with religious trauma. He is a devoted Christian. Their lives change forever when they end up on a summer camp...in the middle of nowhere. "Hold me and don't you dare let go."

'Through the Antlers' by: glacirn On the first day of summer at Hollowbrook Camp, Heather Bradley, a counselor, expects nothing more than the usual camp festivities. But when the Nightfire ceremony begins, the familiar tradition takes a dark turn. As the flames rise, Heather's life is irrevocably changed when her fate is tied by chance.