The Grave of Cassiel_Invisible Poison_The incident_OPPORTUNITIES
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The Grave of Cassiel
TW: Minor gore and some violence, hints of suicide and related themes“We’re running out of time,” he snarled. “Hurry up.”They lifted their head, wiping sweat from their brow. “Do you want to come dig him up yourself? You’re lucky I’m even helping you!”“Keep your voice down,” he barked, storming towards the shallow hole.Nothing but the moon and stars were there to see the sin they committed, and even then, he felt the world’s judgment. He knew God would never forgive him, but he had long since cared what He thought. He snatched the shovel from his partner and stabbed it into the dark soil. The ...
Invisible Poison
For nine and a half years I was given twww.onedoor.cche pleasure of watching my step-brother enjoy the benefits of having both his parents present in his life. His cackling laughter filled our home all the way up until he started school. Who would’ve thought such a carefree and happy baby could turn into a prodigy? I had been such a happy baby too, until my father left. “Oh Hannah, look at your little brother – he’s so much like you!” Mum would tell me, while Conor gurgled at seemingly dull concepts. It was hard to pretend to be happy for them. Mum was so joyful when she met Pieter, it didn’t take them lon...
The incident
Author's note: This story is heavily based on my SA experience, because I wanted to share my thoughts and feelings on it. The story itself does not contain SA on any level, but because of the real story behind it, it might hit a bit too close to home if you had a similar experience, so please read with caution, or don't read at all if this sounds like it isn't for you.Guard was staring at his hand, perplexed. He didn't really understand what was happening at that moment. There was a knife that seemed to be going right through it. Blood was flowing everywhere, and it was glistening under the mo...
OPPORTUNITIES
CW: Death. I kick my feet through the piles of dead, April leaves. They crunch under my feet, the crackling noise scratching an unreachable part of my wounded soul, offering a little relief. My friends have begun referring to me as hopeless. I bet Sean’s friends aren’t bartering for him to leave the house. No, he seemed plenty fine when he packed his bags, no warning and walked out of our engagement, our house, our life. Walked out on me. I huff and trudge further down the path, I’d only gone on this walk to escape my mother, who I had moved back in with. Mostly it was okay but she’d been bugg...