Asia Nichelle McCurdy
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I'm an English student with too many thoughts to write down at once.
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One Rule
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Not many people could comprehend that kind of self-imposed restriction, the kind that gnaws at the edges of your sanity, taunting and teasing. The kind that turns the mundane into the macabre. But Sarah did. It was her life, her existence - and she'd grown accustomed to it. Every day was a repetition of the one before, like an old vinyl stuck on repeat. She'd start with tea and sipped slowly as her trembling hands steadied. The routine was always the same. Cook breakfast, clean the dishes, read a book, perhaps sketch the serene wilderness that stretched beyond their small world. And then, as the sun began its descent, Sarah would sit and stare at the basement door. A simple wooden door – nothing out of the ordinary. But wasn't it extraordinary how a simple thing could turn into an obsession? How it could fill her with such dread and curiosity? No one didn't understand, they only saw it as a door – a door leading to a cellar that was locked for good reason. "It's unstable down there," They'd warn her, "The ground is treacherous. It’s damp and moldy." She tried to listen to them, tried to convince herself that a door was just a door, yet every day the whispers grew louder, more insistent. They crawled up from underneath the floorboards, ghostly tendrils of words seeping through the cracks, only to vanish when she tried to decipher them. "Sarah," they'd hiss, their voices as cold as the ground outside, weaving an eerie lullaby that only she could hear. The whisper was a tantalizing puzzle that teased her mind, feeding on her intrigue and anxiety alike. Something was calling her from beneath that door, something that wanted to be found. Each night those whispers slipped into her dreams, transforming them into twisted nightmares of shadowy figures and ominous warnings. By morning her fear would fade to curiosity and then to frustration.
By Asia Nichelle McCurdyabout a year ago in Horror
A Heart Among Wolves
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The day the emerald canopy of the forest seemed to shudder, its leaves rustling in whispers of dread. The day when the once melodious songs of the birds turned into eerie cries of uncertainty echoing through the ancient trees. I remember it as clearly as I remember my own name. A chill I couldn’t shake seized the marrow of my bones as if the fibers of reality were being slowly unraveled by some unseen force. The water, once a serene mirror that reflected the azure sky above, now roared with a fury that disturbed the tranquility of our forest sanctuary. The Willowind River, our lifeline, defied nature as it retreated towards its source in the mystical highlands. Its water coursed in reverse, carrying the scent of dread and the whispers of catastrophe to every corner of our realm. A perversion of nature, a crude violation that whispered of dark magics. I stood at the edge of the Willowind, its unnatural current swirling before me, a mirror to my mounting dread. The once tranquil river was now a menacing serpent, its eerie reversed flow snaking through the emerald woods. Shadows danced over it, whispering secrets only the river could understand.
By Asia Nichelle McCurdyabout a year ago in Fiction
Bad Romance
In the Spring term of 2020 at community college, I took a Shakespeare course where our final essay compared his plays to modern media. While reading Romeo and Juliet, I realized many media forms echo similar themes. I compared it to the Twilight Saga, focusing on the concepts of lust at first sight and love triangles. Years later, this essay made me reflect on romance tropes in young adult media that I find the most uneasy. This overarching theme, often coupled with an irresistible pull of forbidden love, often present a suffocating, toxic idea of love. It feels as if the media has prescribed a certain kind of love, a certain kind of passion that ought to exist between two individuals. With little romantic experience myself, I found it difficult to align these idealized versions with real-life interactions. But before I get into this tangent, I have little to no experience in relationships of any kind and this is my blind and bias opinion on most of the popular books, shows and movies that I have either skimmed through or never brought myself to indulge in during my informative teen years.
By Asia Nichelle McCurdy5 years ago in Journal
