Shorttext Stories

a story about abusive relations , negativity of narcissism and seductive abuse

In the middle of the woods of a city dominated and controlled by demons, the coven Midnight Witches reunite again. Their mission? To take the leader off from that position, and prepare for war. One that's imminent, one that's approaching every night. One they know they can win. __________________________________________________ Written for #SeasonTwo of the Mini Saga Duology Challenge.

This is an attempt to make a book about songs, cause when I hear them I think of her all the damn time and I'm just stuck in some moments that bring me back to reality if I write my feelings. This is my first attempt to make a book so please, don't judge ❤️

Summarizing Brenda's day

meanwhile we are in quarantine, I choose to write my feelings down. I know a lot of you might feel the same way so here you go...

Pasan las horas, pasa el día. Ya es de noche y yo sigo sonriendo. Mi sonrisa no es grande, es chiquita, ladeada y tonta. Sonrío porque sigo intoxicada. Recibí una fuerte dosis por la noche, fuertísima. Cuando nos acostamos a dormir el cuerpo se relaja y además se limpia, se drena todo, porque al otro día tenés que estar como nueva respirando limpito. Siento caricias, estoy dormida, siento el calor de otro cuerpo arropándome, sigue acariciándome. Yo estaba desintoxicada, porque dormí. Pero hay un nuevo inicio, otra vez se abre la perilla, una vez más el gas que me embriaga entra por mi cuerpo, lo recorre para sedimentarse. Las caricias no cesan y yo ya no estoy dormida, de a poco abro los ojos pero el placer de este calor me hace cerrarlos. Ahora yo quiero devolver un poco de esto que siento, quiero acariciarte. En menos de un segundo mis neuronas hacen la interconección neuromuscular que necesito para alcanzarte. Un segundo es muy poco en un contexto ordinario, pero al lado tuyo la ansiedad se hace presente. Te alcanzo. Te tengo. Te toco. Te acaricio. Te siento. Comienza nuestra danza, nuestro enlace, nuestra mejor manera de entendernos,nuestra comunicación sin errores de conexión. Cuando creí que ya estaba suficientemente embriagada me das más de lo que espero, y de lo que puedo tolerar. ¿Cuántas veces puede explotar mi cuerpo? me pregunto. Esto no es una montaña rusa, no sube ni baja acorde pasa el tiempo. Solo sube. ¿Podes creer? Sigue subiendo una y otra vez, con cada movimiento que haces, con cada palabra que sale de las comisuras de tus labios. Ya es de noche y yo sigo sonriendo, sigo intoxicada, sigo dopada, embriagada. Todo lo hago con una sonrisa tonta. Todo lo pienso con un color diferente. Me voy a dormir. Sí, me voy a dormir, y lo hago con la esperanza de que este estado me acompañe en la madrugada que me espera. Me voy a dormir con la esperanza de que me vuelvas a deleitar con otra dosis. Dosis de vos.

Short poetic Text. Sorry for any grammar mistakes English isnt my first Language and this was rushed at night.

Jen tak psané myšlenky, vzpomínky a pocity

I burnt like a candle and you saw it clearly. Yet, what do you do answering my state? A short statement

The witches have completed their ritual. The demons know about it - Amadeus knows about it and he won't be easy to bring down. Both sides have been preparing for this ages ago. New Orleans is about to taste the flavor of blood. Who's gonna survive? __________________________________________________ Written for #SeasonTwo of the Mini Saga Duology Challenge.

Why do I feel the way that I do?

Will you understand the meaning? Will you understand the message? She needs help. Short text to raise awareness. You can find the French translation on @Ophelie_Duchesne account.

thousands of untold story, feelings and etc. ° based on real-life event °

One of the texts, I always write on my instagram page {@ macs_babygurl_ }. It's a short text about being young, being happy. :)

This is not a story guys. This is just all about some short texts that I made everytime/whenever I'm emotional. You know, just to let out some pain inside your heart. I hope you guys loves reading it❤️

A middle-aged man was walking home after a very long day , he saw two statues but paid no attention to them. When he got home he saw those two statues again, he felt as if he were dying, he woke up on his bed all sweaty... A short text that I have to do for school as an assignment: "Take a cue from Giorgio de Chirico's painting. The disturbing muses. And invent a fantastic story". It's my first story and I hope you like it. Sorry if there are grammatical errors, English is not my real native language.

Same idea than the other book I made in french. I take a theme, an emotion, a subject, and I let my fingertips play with the words. Hope you'll like it, and do not hesitate to give ideas ;) Mrs.Jones...

It is like a memoir. It is just a short story about a girl who accidentally stuck in a place with the person whom she secretly avoiding..

It's just a conversetation with hubby ~delusional~ ☆simple