Caitlin Charlton
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poetry too close to home
🪄~unique fictional stories 💎 you’ve never known 🪄
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Stories (139)
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Dying Trap
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. With eyes as bright as the moon, lips as pure as the day she lost her virginity, she wish she could see him again tonight in her dreams, she had questions. Tonight at her mothers grave she spoke to the stars.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Horror
A Tale of Wander
~ Be quiet cars, as I rounded the corner I caught the smell of her moisturiser, maybe her perfume. She’s messaging someone, straight face long dark hair with her glasses on. Heat trapped under my armpits I opened my jacket. I thought I was at the top, but I needed to cross the road.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Earth
A Heart Torn Apart . Content Warning.
Although she was thwarted, comeuppance was running through her veins. She cupped her hands and filled it with cold water, she submerged her face and the woman deep within resurfaced. This room was to provide solace and privacy, but she felt invaded and torn, dripping over the sink.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Other Woman
I was hit on the back of my head by the devil in the detail, following my need to be sedulous and to do things quickly lies the demon of anger and impatience. It was time to begin my entanglement with my mistress, to do things slowly without balling up my fist.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Confessions
Can a kid be trusted… . Content Warning.
There was something right there at the back of the classroom, the teacher told a kid to take a bottle and catch it so that it could in the fullness of time be free. But when it was done, it fell to the ground like a wet tissue.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Thank you for loving me
He blows me kisses whenever he leaves the room, even if he’s just going to the toilet. He buys us books to read so that our brains can become sharper and so that it may serve as a way to ameliorate my writing. He gives me gentle queues whenever he feels my eyes need time to rest from staring at the screen for too long.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Humans
