Caitlin Charlton
Bio
poetry too close to home
🪄~unique fictional stories 💎 you’ve never known 🪄
📖~ let me read your work, say hi to me, I will leave comments longer than the road, please do return ~ 🙏🏽
📸 YouTube natures finest moments 🎥
~ marriedđź‘°đź’Ť ~
Stories (139)
Filter by community
The Lying House
I remember the day I first saw him. I ran away. Not too far, just enough to avoid feeling too shy. It was almost as if the closeness of him made my shyness overflow like rainwater in a tank. I wanted to cry like the sky, because I’ve never felt this wanted in a while. But there’s danger in being vulnerable, in our world.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Fiction
It was an accident
I swallowed the tasteless heat in my tea, and felt my body warm as the lights went out. Pulling my shirt away from my body, I slap the back of my hand against the fabric, beating against its resistance, so the cool air spreads along my chest and the sweat freezes, still. I drank the last few swigs of tea as it cooled, and kept myself awake.
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Fiction
Dad, I’m done . Content Warning.
Dear Dad, I can barely breathe, knowing you don’t want to be my father. Before you ask, this wasn’t a supposition. I reached out to you and you gave me all but the love I wanted, the acceptance; a promise that you would never make the same mistakes again.
By Caitlin Charlton8 months ago in Journal
11:11 When It Happened . Top Story - March 2025.
He was bald. But only on the top of his head, each straight strand lying below the bald spot— grey and black, pushed up by his hardened hair cells. His headphones were sitting on top, black in sturdy plastic. He moved it every few seconds as if part of a ritual, as if his ears have moved position.
By Caitlin Charlton10 months ago in Fiction
