Mommy doesnโt like flowers. They smell like funerals. They smell like papa. But her student would always bring her those. #mystery #taboo #shortstory #deadgirlsdiary #darkromance
I am a college going student with no other work then my writing, however it's not a work, it's something I always wanted to do cause I WANT IT, so please help me through this journey
The walls were whispering again. Not in voices, not in words-just the soft, sticky murmurs of secrets clinging to cold stone. I had counted the cracks in the ceiling a thousand times, named the ghosts that walked behind my eyelids, and rehearsed my apologies for sins I didn't remember committing. But tonight, the silence was different. Heavy. Waiting. I pressed my palm against the rough plaster and felt it pulse, like a heartbeat beneath the skin of the house. The air tasted like ash and forgotten prayers. Some people say the past is a story you tell yourself to sleep. I say it's a monster you feed with every lie. Tonight, I fed mine. And it woke hungry.
That a monster in the alley might let you go. A man never will.
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