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Christine

Christine

I’m a “younger” writer who loves the tragedy and pain a book can give you. “Why write a book if it doesn’t make the reader feel anything new?” - Christine 2024

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Writings
3
Followers
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Christine

Christine

I’m a “younger” writer who loves the tragedy and pain a book can give you. “Why write a book if it doesn’t make the reader feel anything new?” - Christine 2024

10
Writings
3
Followers
3
Following
The Nights Voice

Christine

1 min read

Somethings lay broken,

Unspoken.

But at midnight it’s their token,

The unspoken becomes spoken....

Poetry

Horror

2
After Party For Addy

Christine

4 min read

The after party crept like the shadows. A night full of dancing, drinking and socialising had just culminated. Now the only drink I’ll be imbibing is the salty richness of my wallowing tears rolling down the ruddy bulges that layed on my face. My eyes shut like show curtains at the end of the play, the end of the day. My body fell to a tight curl like a wilted flower in a forgotten garden. The pho...

Drama

YA fiction

1
Who Truly Cares?

Christine

1 min read

When the ones who gave you life are so over your existence,

Who is next?

The schools,

Full of fools.

They just make it worse,

If I don’t let the tears spew then the words will burst.

My palms sweat when I think whose really there,

If I end it all now, who would care?

One girl whose just there for a good joke,

Would she think it’s a giggle for the woke.

When they finally see a lifeless body,

Wil...

Poetry

1
The Cycle Of Death

Christine

1 min read

Too much power do these brainless hands yield,

Death is here but you still haven’t found your shield.

I will take you young or old,

I’m sorry if the thought of it has not got you sold.

My hands are so brainless yet they still must think,

Who will survive and who will sink.

All this power you invested in me,

To make someone’s life choices an eternity.

They live in heaven or hell,

Cos of my life and...

Poetry

2
Perfect

Christine

1 min read

You are perfect, yet so broken.

One day I would like to be able to look into my soul,

That daunting black hole.

Consuming, withholding,

My secrets.

A smile of a doll can be carved by whoever,

If you look inside will the wood start to wither.

Will it start to crack and separate,

At this rate.

Just like a stage covered by these curtains of my blood red,

You never know what is happening inside till t...

Poetry

Thriller

4
His Last Text

Christine

1 min read

“Adam.” I type. “Adam don’t ignore me. This isn’t healthy,”


“Go away Adelaide,” he replied.


“Don’t shut me out! You are broken but I can fix you I promise I’m here! Adam not again, please, please,” I text again.


“Adelaide, do you not understand me? You are selfish and cowardly and rude and you make me sick to my stomach.”


“I thought we were lovers,” I reply, “we held hands under the moonligh...

Drama

Romance

2
1
My First Date

Christine

1 min read

My first date. Wearing my favourite flowy dress with a flower design, I waited at the café table. I had arrived one minute ago.


Scrolling through tik tok, I watch as time ticked by. From 20 to 21 to 22 to 23 to 24 to 25. I waited thirty more.


A whole hour had passed. Many couples came and went enjoying their meals. While I sat, hoping this wasn’t a practical joke and he was actually delayed on ...

Drama

Romance

3
3
The Acrobat

Christine

3 min read

An acrobat never falls.


An acrobat never faults.


An acrobat never missteps.


They are perfect.


As I feel the hot blaze of the fires beneath me, I tremble. My whole body feels as if it is inside a scorching oven but in reality I’m merely suspended in the air by 30 feet with roaring flames below me. I can not distinct which is worse. Either way I am cooked. Breathe in. Breathe out. Take one step....

Action

Adventure

2
2
Conceal Your Feels

Christine

1 min read

I heard him. I knew trust was never a very strong idea in our relationship. It was more a feeling we never experienced in all our years of wonders.


I grabbed his hand and merely whispered, “You shouldn’t!” My voice was so soft and quiet it sounded like a sweep of the fresh wind. Tempted to slap him or just show my emotion, I clenched my fists. Digging my nails deeper and deeper into my palm. Blo...

Adventure

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