Marx

20 — Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs — Sickly in love with Ophelia from Hamlet

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Marx

20 — Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs — Sickly in love with Ophelia from Hamlet

Writings

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Cold Sweats

Marx

1 min read

I don’t remember it being this cold the last time I came back to the wreckage. I breathe out, my lips are drying out and sticking together. I cough but I only end up inhaling more dry air.

I take my hair out of its ponytail. Maybe that will warm me up a little. Everything is so foggy. Something is wrong. Something is off, I’m not here. This isn’t real.

I wake up in my bed, sweating. I kick off m...

YA fiction

Bone Of Contention

Marx

2 min read

Her chest rises and falls slower then I’ve ever seen. Her heart rate is often high. She’s my bundle of anxiety. Her eyes do this thing when she calms down and she looks sleepy. She looks truly relaxed and trusts me.

She is known for not trusting others. She makes it quite clear to everyone that she puts up walls and will do anything to keep people on the other side of those walls.

“I like you” I...

Mystery

YA fiction

Ice And A Heating Pad

Marx

1 min read

I can resist anything but temptation.

Hence why I’m now holding ice against my swollen ears. I wish I had a better story for you. I sized up my gauges. For those of you who don’t know what that means, I’m sticking acrilic cone shaped spears in my ear where one might have an earring in.

You know what, just google it....

Humour

Midnight Manic Mumbling

Marx

1 min read

I should be asleep.

I can’t sleep.

These socks are sweaty and gross.

GET THEM OFF!

much better

The blanket is worse. I don’t want to feel my feet touching. Come on. Come on. Stop stop.

Don’t break your glasses.

What if I fall off the roof cleaning the gutters tomorrow?

I don’t want to sleep yet.

Why is my head itchy

Maybe I should shower now. It’s 12:54AM. Be smart. This is smart, my hair i...

Change Of Ways

Marx

1 min read

Finally, I’m going to be free. I’m going to be able to run without his chains dragging me back.

Soon I will speak of his manipulation and maybe he will pay the price rather than a slap on the wrist.

I will breath without him in the front of my mind. I will dance as a free woman. He took seven months of my life away from me. I’m going to take more. I’m ready to get dirt in my nails.

I’ve been g...

Horror

Predators

Marx

1 min read

If I’d said no. If I’d just said no….

**“So, do you go to school around here?” He pried.**

**“No,” I lie, pulling my jacket over my chest.**

**He was chipper. “You must go to school. You’re so young. You’re probably very mature for your age.”**

**I’d heard that phrase before. The last man to tell me I was mature for my age was more than twice my age and wanted me for inappropriate things.*...

Horror

Crime

Her Special Shoes

Marx

1 min read

Mary Jane

Shiney

Black

Scuff-less

Spotless

Small

Flat

They click whe she walks, almost like a tap shoe. They’ve seen many puddles.

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Author’s Note: I hate this. I’m tired....

Calm In The Snow

Marx

1 min read

Opposites attracting is the only logic to her blood in the snow. The contrast is art.

I curse myself for not bringing my camera. Her warm red fluids scattered across the pillows of snow.

Her ribcage is completely exposed except for her intestines that are strung up through the ribs like Christmas lights entangled in a tree.

I sat in my homemade museum, admiring the wonder before me. What a gift....

Horror

451

Marx

1 min read

I remember her fear more than my pleads.

I’d never seen someone genuinely afraid of books. It was as if she thought the pages would give her a fatal illness.

“You don’t understand. Why aren’t you listening to me! You’re in this too. Help me. You have to!” I begged, my hands shaking.

She shook her head in disbelief. I just needed her to understand. I picked up one of the books that I’d had hidden...

YA fiction

Online Friends

Marx

1 min read

I thought it wasn’t dangerous.

Our interactions were all online.

I didn’t imagine him as a real person.

This is real though.

I never knew I had ringing in my ears till now. I suppose I made an effort to never be in silence. I can hear my tongue clicking in my dry mouth.

Every time I think I hear someone coming down to the basement, my stomach tightens and I stop breathing.

I thought the stori...

Horror