Visceral Stories

A wetland excavation uncovers a grotesque, tangled mass of impossible bones, awakening something ancient beneath the mud. As the ground begins to pulse and a towering composite creature briefly rises from the pit, the workers flee-leaving behind a seemingly calm marsh that still, unmistakably, breathes.

Letters unsent to readers unknown for reasons unsaid.

For years, I believed I was delusional. That Brookmoor-my town, my home-was just a figment of a broken mind. That my husband, my life in the U.S., had never existed at all. Everyone said I made it up. That I confabulated an entire past. But now, something has resurfaced. A broadcast. A name. A memory made real. This is the story of my fight to prove that I wasn't crazy... that somewhere, Brookmoor was real-and maybe still is.

In a fog-shrouded field, a skull with a perfect circular cut in its crown begins to open, revealing something alive within.

Winner of 2016 PROJECTWD Award, Paranormal category, on Wattpad. A hunky carpenter plans to adopt six kids -- IF he can convince authorities that he is not crazy. He isn't. His teapot really DOES talk! This is a funny way to build a family!

In the distant future, there is no hope. There is only chaos. I was not given a choice but I will take my choice, by force if I must.

When Chris, a young African-America man, visits his white girlfriend's family estate, he becomes ensnared in the more sinister, real reason for the invitation. At first, Chris reads the family's overly accommodating behavior as nervous attempts to deal with their daughter's interracial relationship, but as the weekend progresses, a series of increasingly disturbing discoveries lead him to the truth that he could have never imagined.

Hanna is a romantic. A believer. An artist who sees the world in fragments of "Halves" and "Quarters." She thought she knew what to expect from her freshman year. She didn't expect Mr. Flash. He's a walking adrenaline rush with a gaze that feels like a premonition. One touch, and Hanna sees the tragedy waiting for them at the finish line. Desperate to change her own ending, Hanna leans into the safety of Mr. Red-the guy with the strawberry-blonde hair, the motorcycle, and a heart that beats in sync with her own. It's easy. It's steady. It's perfect. But can you ever really paint over a masterpiece that fate already sketched out?

The Deposed Amazon is a dark and cutting poem about the fall of a heroine who was once a symbol of honor and courage. In visceral verses, the poetic voice traces the loss of fire, faith, and will-the transformation of a warrior into a wandering shell, drifting through an uncertain future. Images of blunted swords, soldiers without a cause, and desires that consume the soul form an elegy to shattered bravery and the cost of wanting everything. Read slowly; feel every cut; ask yourself what remains when glory fades.

Following the events surrounding Sara's death and his uneasy return, Oliver Queen soon discovers that another vigilante has set his sights on purging crime from Starling City. No matter the cost. (Arrow fanfic. Olicity stuff, bromanace, babies, love, heartbreak, and fighting...the usual arrow stuff. Part 1-3)

Ansel fights to defend himself from the Mageguard Rangers sent to capture him and return him to his training camp.

A lone traveler stumbles upon a skull impaled by a sword in a hidden forest clearing, only to awaken something buried beneath that should never have been freed.

Não é redenção Nem cura Não é perdão Uma poesia sobre dançar onde tentaram me apagar

A lingering story about what remains when something-or someone-starts to slip away.

A young boy with mental problems obsessed with one of his classmates, driven crazy by the things he's gone through and willing to do anything to get the love of the girl he is attracted to, even giving her hell to achieve it.

A collection of short stories I made. I am a new and aspiring writer. Constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged!

Maxine Lee has lost her memory, her hand, and nearly her life. Organ failure is imminent, but that may be the least of her concerns when her would-be-killer returns to finish the job. ****** Beautiful cover done by @scmimi|

Flash Fiction. As his father was dying decorated with the cries of agony from his brother and blood, The boy, couldn't process it. The only thing he was thinking was a clock was falling down.

I am Vy. I am banished. I am lightning. Vy is born and subsequently banished from her home. She falls and falls beyond any reasonable velocity through space and time until she hits the ground with quite a splat. Not knowing why or how anything has happened, she put a shaky foot in front of the other for a blood soaked journey. Note: this is the first story I've really taken any time to write, this is my rough draft, so it will probably be terrible, but I think I have a story worth telling. Note2:I will include a song with the YouTube video function that, I think encapsulates the tone of the part. Probably will be rock/metal but I'm positive there will be exceptions. I also made a Spotify play list of the same title as this story songs are in the order of parts: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3q64qVCKHgjExGMK23ABmE?si=vFQz531vQBCMm91VQwOQDw Note3: please feel free to leave some criticism, and vote on my story if you like. My fragile ego appreciates it.