#7 in my Phobia Series. My previous story seem to have gone well, much to my delight, so I decided to try my hand at it again. This time, about 'philophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3 "Love is not a fairytale. It's a tragic reality." - Anaan We rise from sleep, we rise from a fall, we rise from agony. A challenge issued by @psycho_bates
when am I going to wake up? Lapping waves upon the shore I always feel unsafe, and I mean all the time.
i'm sorry, that i can't help you.
“There is more to the story, something my father and I covered up but his mistake has to be remembered.” | I wrote this story years ago but I never published it. After clearing out some of my work on ... Two sentence horror story- when the mundane becomes surreal. I watched powder rule my father's world... What keeps you up at night? i desire to love you without possessing you
but like this plight, this piece is a work in progress
prompt: possession A spoken word poem about a denied reality. Funnel your complexities into my mouth What's on my mind? Oh the usual haunting eyes daunting eyes killing me on the inside follow me