Unvoiced Epistles
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Last published Mon, May 25, 2020
Explore the life of Delilah through the eyes of her objects ✨
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What if our objects could speak? 👀Ever wondered if your shower handle is judging you? Or maybe your plant is cussing at you for not watering enough? Forget all the points of view and what if your objects could narrate your life for you? 🤞
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REMINISCENT
I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...Complete
Kill For Me
Kill For Me ©2020 MindMilliesStyle All Rights Reserved🐳 ■□Description□■ □■□■□■□K.F.M.□■□■□■□ To put it in words, I was their guilty pleasure, their one sweet spot of weakness. Biting my lip I bring myself back to life. "God, I bet they'd KILL FOR ME," I moaned to myself as I bit my lip even harder. □■□■□■□K.F.M.□■□■□■□ Delilah, once a shy little bean but now a captivating woman. A woman full of sparks. Once you see her you will be trapped. One stage is all she needs and one chance is all it takes for you to get lost. Soon you will be telling yourself I would kill to see her. I would kill to be the one she wraps her curvy body around. God, I would kill for her. At least that was what she thought you would think until she met him and lost track of it, that thing you call dance. Ps... Please don't copy my book or Delilah will find you AND SHE WILL DRAGGG YOU!!👀🤨💀😚 STARTED: 03/17/19(I'm NOT SURE ABOUT THIS ONE. MY MIND IS SO BAD. HOW SAD... POOR WHALE *CRIES*) STARTED/COMPLETED: 03/17/19 - 01/02/20 □■□■□■□ 🐳 □■□■□Complete
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Diaspora | ✘
A shriek in the night, a lightning strike and lost of sight, a guest here wakes up in the bed, and somewhere, somebody, is dead. The fifty tenants gradually wake to panic and disorder at the Black Estate-and gather around the dining room, where Delilah Black has met his doom. Hushed whispers, faces turned, a rumbling suspension-natural death or a deadly disposition? Whose hands has enacted Black's final fate? Who forced the living to abdicate? Was it the widow-are those tears of joy? Or the disgruntled maid in Black's employ? "The jealous friend!" One supplies. "The reckless teen!" The voices rise. "No, the man who sought fortune and fame! He's the one-" "Enough! She's the one to blame for Black's demise!" The doctor sighs, and rises with a dark display, "The man has died from foul play. Fifty guests and one attack-we must decide who killed Delilah Black." ¿ Award: 3rd place in short story 2020 Seasonal Awards (1st addition)Complete
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I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...
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