gothic writing
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When the creation turns on its creator the world is dark. A woman provides life. And somehow, man convinced the world that made him that he was the one holding the power. There is something almost beautiful about the arrogance of it. He arrived screaming, covered in her blood, entirely dependent upon her body for…
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Actually, I’m my mother’s revenge. The voice she didn’t have, the boundaries she couldn’t keep, the consequence nobody expected when they mistook her kindness for permission. Her story isn’t yours to tell. But tell them all I’m coming. Not for blood. That would be too easy. I am coming for the things women like her…
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Some people are merely reading the chapters of their life as they are exposed, not everyone can be a writer. There is something unsettling about realizing you have been holding the book upside down. You thought the blank pages meant you were supposed to fill them. You thought the pen belonged to you. It never…
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People no longer cease to amaze me in the worst way possible. Maybe that sounds cynical. It probably is. But cynicism is merely optimism after it has been mugged in a dark alley enough times to recognize the footsteps behind it. There are very few people left who aren’t looking out for themselves first. I…
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Some people get angry when my name is spoken. Others get quiet. Others laugh because they finally understand the joke. And then there is me. Sitting somewhere in the middle of the chaos laughing when certain names are spoken because life has a dark sense of humor once you survive enough of it. That is…
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I do not care to be liked. That sentence alone terrifies people more than rage ever could. Because people can handle anger. They can handle drama. They can handle someone screaming, crying, throwing chairs, posting paragraphs online like a wounded raccoon fighting for emotional custody of its own bad decisions. But a person who genuinely…
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There is something cold about realizing some people already had their last conversation with you and never even knew it. No dramatic goodbye. No slammed doors. No movie scene. Just you standing there in the middle of a regular Tuesday already emotionally packed and halfway gone while they keep talking like tomorrow is guaranteed. That…
