Hyde Wunderli
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Enthusiast of gothic romanticism and strong themes.
Here for the dopamine, the passion, and the challenge to push my comfort zone.
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My Murderer. Top Story - September 2024.
I know who did it, who murdered me. Though, does it really matter? According to the “Stipulations,” to seek vengeance means an endless Hell. Reparation doesn’t seem to satisfy my unforeseen interim either, given that I’d still be gone. This sort of dilemma is exactly why I avoided dependency in human interaction in the first place. Nonetheless, it seems my attempts to live my life solely about my own ambitions, keeping my business my own, was in vain.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Fiction
Fatum Bridge . Runner-up in Unreliable Challenge.
Some bridges meant for jumpin, some meant for climbin, and some meant for drivin. But the Fatum bridge, that’s meant for killin. Livin’ so close to the bridge, we heard plenty of stories growin up bout bad men rightin’ wrongs' by way of alligator retribution. But somethin’ bout it bein‘ your own Pa, that’ll really set your hair on end.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Fiction
Rumination. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Though it wasn’t real, it still burned. Tommy brushed imaginary ashes from his head and shook his shirt free of embers. The moment of ephemeral liberation through grandeur escapism ended; leaving a rotting question Tommy was too terrified to answer.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Fiction
Althea
She was carved from her mother and the Sea, my sweet Althea. Born under the greatest sunsets on Earth, and celebrated by the hymns of an Ocean Choir. She was brought into this world, screaming and declaring herself princess of the Mediterranean. She shared our dark hair and olive skin. But despite our deep routes of brown eyes, Althea was born with eyes of cerulean blue. Her mother, Phosphoria called it a gift from Poseidon.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Fiction
