Tandem (Short Story)

You’re weak. Punish yourself. The voice in my head was giving off the first signs of a psychotic break. I couldn’t ignore it, it was too strong and insistent. I had to act; I couldn’t control it. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the razor. Bringing it to my forearm, I started my daily … Continue reading Tandem (Short Story)

Spiralling

TW for ED's. She could feel the numbness taking over. Usually, one can assume absence of anger is a good sign. Nonetheless, she tried to concentrate on how his attention wasn't on her and winced in frustration when it solicited no response. It wasn't selfish, she didn't want to get angry and lash out; it … Continue reading Spiralling

A panic Attack – Short Story

I wrote this after one of the many panic attacks I had during lockdown. I hope you enjoy. She tried to take a deep breath, only to find it felt like a thousand needles pricking her lungs. Her head felt heavy, eyes droopy, as the sought after high kicked in.She was in excruciating pain. Not … Continue reading A panic Attack – Short Story

Suffering

We were engulfed by the swirling halo of smoke from our cigarettes, slowly dissolving into nothingness. The sky was grey; the bleak horizon seemed to wash out all colours, leaving me with an ominous feeling in my chest. “Tell me you story.” He observed me carefully, eyes suspicious. I could feel his anxiety and watched … Continue reading Suffering

The Boy With the Wax Hands

This is a story I wrote as an assignment for my middle school English teacher. It is quite sad and, truth be told, I remember him commenting that an eleven year old girl usually doesn't write such dark stories. Nonetheless, I present to you a faithful to the original yet slightly revised (because trust me, … Continue reading The Boy With the Wax Hands