Tangerine!

💥-she/her-teen girl-Irish-I love my cows -always here to talk/vent-change my bio often-currently writing my first book!! Feedback is always appreciated- go follow: LunatheWitch-💥

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Tangerine!

💥-she/her-teen girl-Irish-I love my cows -always here to talk/vent-change my bio often-currently writing my first book!! Feedback is always appreciated- go follow: LunatheWitch-💥

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The ABCs Of Total Life Chaos

Tangerine!

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Accidentally married a raccoon in Vegas.

Bought him a tiny tuxedo. Regret nothing.

Called Mom. She cried and sent snacks.

Decided to name him Greg.

Everyone said, “You need help.”

Fired from my job for “rodent nepotism.”

Greg now runs the company.

He promoted himself to CEO of Snacks.

I found that inspirational.

Jumped on a trampoline to celebrate.

Knocked over my neighbor’s hot tub—again.

Lawsuit...

Poetry

Humour

How To Handle Conflict Like A Rabid Raccoon

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Chapter 4: “How to Handle Conflict Like a Rabid Raccoon”

From the best-selling book: “Crush Life (And Maybe a Few Relationships)” by Chad “AlphaStorm” Braggins

Let’s be real—conflict is for losers. And winners. Mostly winners, because we’re the ones who START IT.

Someone cuts you in line?

Growl. Show dominance.

Bonus points if you’re holding a protein shake.

Roommate didn’t do the dishes?

Rep...

Humour

What Was Left Of Her

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She sat in the hallway,

knees to her chest,

head tilted too far,

like the bones had softened.

Her eyes weren’t closed.

But they weren’t open either.

Just black.

Like wet caves.

The wallpaper peeled behind her,

not from age—

from touch.

Fingernails dragged across it

over and over and over,

long after the skin was gone.

She didn’t blink.

But sometimes,

the corner of her mouth twitched

like she wa...

Poetry

Horror

Don’t Turn Around

Tangerine!

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The door closed behind me,

but I didn’t touch it.

It sighed like it had been waiting.

The light flickered once.

Then it stayed on.

Too bright.

Too still.

Dust hung in the air like breath

that never left a body.

I took one step.

The floor groaned,

but not under my foot.

Something else was walking with me.

Beside me.

Inside the walls.

Laughter echoed around the room.

High.

Sharp.

Wrong.

Like som...

Poetry

Horror

It Won’t Let Me Die

Tangerine!

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The forest swallowed the sky days ago.

Or maybe that was weeks.

Time here doesn’t tick—it drips.

I eat things that don’t have names.

They writhe.

Sometimes they stare back.

Something is following me.

It doesn’t breathe.

It doesn’t need to.

I tried to hide once—

it laughed, but nothing moved its face.

My fingernails are gone.

I scratched too hard at the earth

trying to dig somewhere safer.

There...

Poetry

Horror

It Was In The Tea

Tangerine!

1 min read

You didn’t taste it.

No one ever does.

The cup was warm,

steam curling like a lazy ghost

toward your face.

The smell—

faint citrus,

maybe mint.

Maybe something older.

She smiled as you drank.

Not wide.

Not cruel.

Just enough.

It doesn’t kill fast.

That’s not the point.

First, your fingertips forget.

Spoons slip.

Buttons stay unfastened.

Then the dreams start—

wet earth,

teeth in the sink,

voic...

Poetry

Horror

What Waits Beneath

Tangerine!

1 min read

It started with the walls breathing.

Just once.

A slow inhale,

like the house was waking up hungry.

You told yourself it was nothing.

Old pipes.

A dream.

The cold.

But now the corners bend when you’re not looking.

Photographs rearrange themselves,

faces smudged,

eyes turned inward.

The smell of dirt

rises from the carpet.

No one answers your calls anymore.

The phone rings,

but it’s always your ...

Poetry

Horror

The River Doesn’t Forget

Tangerine!

1 min read

You fold the paper slowly.

Crease by crease.

Like your mother taught you—

before she forgot how to smile.

The boat is fragile.

Soaked already at the edges

from the salt on your hands.

You kneel by the river

where the trees lean in too close,

listening.

Always listening.

The scent of lemons clings to your sleeves.

It’s not real.

Just memory,

acid-sweet and sharp—

from her hands,

her hair,

the la...

Poetry

Horror

The One Who Knows Your Name

Tangerine!

1 min read

They buried her wrong.

Too shallow.

Too soon.

Eyes still open.

Mouth full of dirt,

but not enough to keep her quiet.

You hear her now.

In the crawlspace.

In the drain.

In the lull between thunder and breath.

She doesn’t scratch.

She taps.

One for no.

Two for yes.

Three when she’s standing behind you.

You thought it was a dream—

that thing in the corner

with your mother’s voice

and too many join...

Poetry

Horror

The Weight Of Time

Tangerine!

1 min read

We walk through life

knowing the ground will open for us one day.

Not in fear—

but in recognition.

The body learns to slow,

the hands forget small things,

names slip away like mist.

We pretend it’s just another season.

A heartbeat feels permanent

until it pauses,

and the silence becomes

the final word.

We are not built to last,

but to burn briefly—

bright enough

to leave shadows on others.

In ...

Poetry