Brooke Jackson

Joined February 2021

8 stories

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“I don’t want smooth sailing; I want a rainstorm. ‘Ordinary’ is something we all should be running from” -s.r.w

I enjoy writing more than anything in this world. I love writing sad poetry or fictional stories! Thanks for looking!(:

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Emotionless
Waves crashing. Moon rising. Fear and anxiety setting. Reactive and susceptible. On the verge of panic. Trying to be pleasant
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Poets
In the Dark
Scathed by loneliness Nobody to hear my cry. Becoming emptier each and every day. Do I even like being alone?
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Poets
My dear,
To peel back the layers of time. Just to see the way you first looked at me. The first touch, The first kiss. The thought of us being together is a dream
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Poets
A death omen visits,
Sitting in my office, exhausted from a poor night’s sleep, I struggled to focus on the tasks at hand. Why am I dragging through the day’s business? That cup of coffee was no help at all. Maybe a second cup will get me jump started.
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Horror
A death omen visits,
Sitting in my office, exhausted from a poor night’s sleep, I struggled to focus on the tasks at hand. Why am I dragging through the day’s business? That cup of coffee was no help at all. Maybe a second cup will get me jump started.
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Horror
Desecrated City
You know when you’re so swallowed in sadness that you can’t even fake it anymore? When you just want to be left alone but everyone all of a sudden cares about how you feel?
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Wander
Living Nightmare
Running through a demented house. I try to escape, but there’s no clear exit. The house smells of burning flesh. Something is up ahead, a box. A rusted-out ammo can. I lift the lid, slowly, hoping nothing jumps out at me.
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Horror
Mystery Murder
It was my second week of sophomore year, and the end of the day was drawing near. I look out the classroom window as the sky twists and turns into a frightful mixture of light and dark clouds bellowing my way.
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Criminal

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In the Dark

My dear,

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