Isis Lyons
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Our Loss
Our Loss. The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I’ve always walked on this trail from work to home and I’ve never seen anyone hang out inside of that old rusty cabin. There was this gut feeling I got from staring at the fake wooden candle, but instead of going inside the cabin I walked right past it and I continued to walk home. After walking twenty minutes I finally approached my light blue cottage house. I walked onto my concrete parking lot and before I could get to my front door my parents were already leaving. “Hey, darling. Your father and I are going to be on a business vacation for about a week or two. Don’t let Luca stay over without us being home.” My mom blurts. She doesn’t even let him stay over even if they are home; which is never most of the time. “Okay, mom. I never do anyway.” I rolled my eyes. I walk past both of my parents, I run into my house and I slam the front door. I grabbed my phone out of my work pants pocket and I texted Luca.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Horror
Dad you're a mess, but I love you
My dad isn’t the perfect man, he wasn’t always there and he didn’t do everything I wanted him to do but he did the best he could. Growing up I had to realize that not everyone’s best is good enough; some people make a million and one mistakes before they ever truly learn the levels of love. There’s unconditional love and there’s conditioned love; my dad taught me what conditioned love was. He didn’t have a regular conversation with me about it, but he showed me with his actions. This lesson wasn’t an easy one to learn, but I had to learn it so I knew which type of love felt best. Personally, I prefer unconditional love; it’s not artificial.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Families
The Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. My best friend, Unique, and I were right in front of the window, the candle was beaming right into our eyes. Something about it didn’t feel right, “Ooouu, let’s check out what’s happening in there, Naomi.” Unique cheered, I glared at her with so much discernment. She has already convinced me to be in the streets late at night with barely any street lights on. I’m dressed up in a black sweat shorts, a black cropped hoodie, and black air force ones. Unique is wearing the same thing, but in white; “Look at what we’re wearing. I’m sure whoever is in there is a pervert.” I nag, she stares at me violently; I look around the empty streets. I look into the woods and I see a tree hanging; as if it would break any second. I was that tree, I looked down into the large puddle in between the bricked sidewalk we were walking on and the gated cabin across from us. I see my face drooping in the water’s frame, all I could think was this is how I felt everyday. Deformed, misunderstood; weird. “Come on, Naomi!” She wasn’t going to stop telling me to come with her inside that scary cabin; she was stubborn like that. She always got us into trouble, though we always got out of it. “Fine.” I rolled my eyes and I followed her across the puddle. My feet were soaked, and cold; I followed her to the cabin anyway. When she began to crouch, so did I, when she looked into the window I stayed crouched against the cabin. “Okay, I think it’s clear to go in.” Unique whispered, She goes over to the front door and gently opens it.. Something inside of me wanted to tell Unique “No, stop.” But I knew she wouldn’t have listened to me anyway, so we went inside the creepy, dim cabin. The first thing I noticed was the fireplace, it was in the center of the floor. It had a rocking chair beside it and a brown and red wool rug in front of it. It seemed like someone had just put a fire out. “Unique, someone’s in here.” She rolls her eyes, “Duh.” We both heard a creak coming from the bottom of the cabin, I yanked my whole body back. “We have to get out of here, it doesn’t feel safe.” I trembled, “You don’t feel safe anywhere.” She snaps, I begin to give Unique the death stare. “WELL, YOU FEEL SAFE ANYWHERE! EVEN WHEN IT’S NOT SAFE!” I shouted, frustrated with her I stormed out of the cabin and I left her behind. I was tired of following her around like some type of pet. I began to walk back to the bus through the puddle, I looked down at my fourteen year old face; I asked myself how in the hell did I get here. All of a sudden I hear Unique shout, I pulled my head backwards. She began to hawler again and for some reason I turned around and I ran towards the cabin. Luckily, I always carry a pocket knife. I swing the cabin door open and I don’t see anyone, not a person or best friend in sight. The screaming even stopped, but the candle was still lit against that window. I grabbed it and I took it with me down the hall, I opened each door and each room was empty with either mold or an infestation of rats. “Why in the hell did she want to come here..” I began to hear muffling, as if someone was trying to keep quiet. “UNIQUE, ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME?!” I shaked my head and I began to feel enraged in my heart and soul. “THIS IS NOT SOME KIND OF JOKE! I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU!” I moved into what must’ve been the kitchen, empty with a rusted refrigerator, rusted oven, and rusted, brown counters. The floor was disgustingly yellowish, brown; it smelled like pure urine. I looked inside the fridge and there’s tons of containers with some red and sluggishness. It smelled like pure death; I began to hear what sounded like a small “help” . I looked behind the foul smelling fridge and there’s a hole in the wall. I truly didn’t want to go inside, but I had to. Unique was my best friend, I grabbed the candle and I went inside the dark hole. I mean it was completely pitch black I could not see a single person or thing. I just knew it smelled foul, like something had died inside. I went deeper inside the hole, I could hear the muffling clearer; I started to feel around, “Unique?” I took the tape off of her mouth; “Hello? Unique?”
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
THE BEST TUNA MELT
The perfect tuna melt If you’ve never tried a tuna melt, you’re missing out. This sandwich is a perfect combination of salty with a bit of sweetness. The tuna is of course made with mayonnaise and mustard; I’m not sure if anyone else puts relish on their tuna, but I sure do(this is what makes it sweet). Before you can put the tuna on your beautiful Natural Owl butter bread you have to make sure you make it crispy and cheesy. Make sure you have a pan on a stove with either a little bit of butter, mayonnaise or any oil of your choice; make sure it spreads all over the pan. Get a slice of bread and plop it onto the pan; as the bread is toasting, get the cheese out. When one of the sides of the bread is done and toasted, flip it over. Put your cheese on the toasted part of the sandwich; before taking the whole piece of bread out of the pan let the bread toast, and cheese melt. When that part of the process is finished take it out. (If you’re making two tuna melts, do that to another piece of bread). While the other piece of bread is on the pan, make sure you put two other pieces of bread in an actual toaster. Most of the time I add bacon to my sandwiches to give it more flavor. (if you’re not a fan of bacon you don’t have to worry about this next step.)
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Feast
Grace
I never knew how bad things could get, never knew life as I knew it could turn into a big pile of shit. As I walk the streets of Bronx, New York I come across people from my school. They look away violently as if I’m not human, like I’m some kind of monster. I remember having friends and laughing with them, that is until everyone found out things about my dad; things I still can’t believe. My mother gets drunk on a daily basis, she's becoming someone I can’t recognize. I look up at the foggy, dingy sky and there’s the only hope I’ll find. I turn left into an alley, I walk towards a beat up door. I take out my house keys and I unlock my front door. I walk inside to the smell of cigarettes and vodka, my mom's afternoon incense. “Hey, baby.” My mom, Yuna slurs. I wave and I give her a sympathetic glare. I walk past her to enter my room, I close my door and I plop on my bed. My thoughts become a marathon, I try to catch up to them but I can’t.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Horror
Young, forbidden love.
Young, forbidden love. There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Melanin Luna Valley was a quiet and peaceful town. The town was filled with kind villagers, givers, healers, and great beauty, this all began to change when Clara and Reo became best friends. They both were eight years old when they met. Their parents came from different backgrounds but that didn’t stop them from meeting. They bumped into each other at an abandoned cabin in the woods; they both believed it was fate that they met each other. Reo is the son of a powerful king and queen, Leo and Rina. Reo has the gift of seeing people’s aura, he knows when someone is around him for impure reasons. Sad to say that his parents' souls were extremely toxic. While Clara is an orphan, Julian and Lory are her adoptive parents. They treated her like an errand girl, they fed her and bought her a few pieces of clothing when she was young, but as she got older she had to fend for herself a lot of the time. Of course, Reo helped her with almost everything she needed but he had so many obligations as a prince that he started to rarely have time for her. Keep in mind their parents didn’t know that they were close; they both were in love with each other but their love was forbidden. Reo couldn’t date until his parents were ready for him to get married; this didn’t stop Reo from spending his free time with Clara.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
Ria
Caged There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but a town’s king, Lockrum, screwed our people over. It all started in a town named Miroculous, a town filled with warlocks, witches, and water nymphs. Miroculous is the most magical place there is, it used to be the most peaceful until my father, Lockrum ruined everything. It all started when he sent his knights and soldiers on a mission to find me, Ria. I had been locked up in a royalty prison for ten years because when I was eight years old I accidentally almost murdered my brother, Spark with a fireball.. My own mother didn’t believe me when I told her it wasn’t meant for him. My whole family despised me at the age of eight, and it’s all Zale’s fault. They threw me in solitude for ten years with no way of getting out because Magna, my mother, created a spell so I wouldn’t be able to leave or use my magic. Zale, one of Lockrum’s knights, is a piece of dirt that deserves nothing but pain. When I told my father that Zale was literally rubbing me the wrong way he didn’t believe me, instead he believed Spark when he said I was a danger to him. I never thought my own brother would go against me, I began to grow hatred for my father and Spark. I plotted my revenge and escape for years, I led Zale on for so long that I started to believe my own lies. I would pretend that I was falling in love with him, I would act as if his abuse from the past didn’t faze me, but deep down I still hated him to the core. I hated him for touching me, I hated him for making me hate my family and I most definitely hated him because my freedom was taken away. On the other hand, Zale was in love with me, he has always been since I was a little girl. I used that to my advantage; he would sneak to see me every night. When things seemed to get serious between us two he went to my father and asked him if he could be the guard for my personal prison, so if he ever got caught talking to me it wouldn’t seem suspicious. After a while Zale began to trust and love me so much that he went to Spark and talked to him about releasing me. Zale told me Spark was skeptical about asking our father, but he has always trusted Zale’s word, Just like when Zale told him he never laid a hand on me. My family didn’t understand that Zale was a creep and a liar.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
April
April 1st “APRIL! COME HERE!! Aww yes the horrific sound of Veronica's voice at 6 in the morning. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”.... Dead silence carried through the house. Of course she wouldn’t answer. Sometimes I have the urge to strangle this woman. I walk to the living room and stare at her violently. She says and I quote “What are you doing?” I mumble, “Unfortunately I’m staring at you.” She scolds me, “what did you just say?”
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
Free
For a long time I didn't feel free in my own skin, I felt like I had to be someone specific to be great; I thought I had to be exactly like Jesus to make my mother proud. I used to struggle with talking about my emotions and feelings, I would force myself not to cry because I used to believe that it was a sign of weakness. I always used to be goofy and funny so I could hide the pain of feeling alone. I felt like I was a bird stuck in a cage and I could not get out until someone said I could. When I would be alone in my room, I would cry myself a river; my cries were so silent that I couldn't even hear them. Everyday of my life I would feel like I was nothing; I felt so unworthy, pointless, and lost. I had friends that matched my sadness, I had a boyfriend who was extremely aggressive and my life was hard. All of my life I always wanted to be there for others, but I would never let anyone comfort me. What can I say I was selfless, independent, and depressed. I mean, extremely sad to the point where I hated myself, I hated to look at myself, I hated to breathe; I simply didn't want to be alive. There were a lot of unhealed traumas that I had around the time, so all the experiences I was going through were expected. All the physical abuse I took, all of the mental abuse I took was all to make me stronger, It was all to make me better than I already was.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Motivation
Dr. Cavern
“I’m sick.” Renee murmurs. “Why do you believe you’re sick?” Her therapist questions. “I’ve told you the type of dreams I’ve been having. I told you that I feel like a part of me is evil. Something has been growing inside of me; something dark. I don’t know if I should stay with my husband. I’m not the person I used to be.”
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
Awareness
People used to ask me “What changed you? What happened in your life that made you realize you only have yourself?” When I was thirteen years old someone in my family sexually assaulted me. When I was that age I had no clue what sexual assault was. I just knew afterwards I was never the same. A few days after the situation happened I was starting to crave the feeling again. I was so confused as to why I was fiending for it. I knew it hurt the first time, but it was something about it that made it so thrilling. It was something about sex that had me addicted to it. When I turned 14 I started to have sex again, but this time it was with people from my school. Yes, I said people, as in more than one. At that age I really wasn’t aware of the dangers of sexual transmitted diseases or sexually transmitted infections. I had no clue it was serious enough that it could kill me, so at that age I was having sex with anyone I wanted to have sex with. I didn’t have my first real relationship until I turned 16, so I was just going around giving up something that was so sacred and precious. I had to find out on my own about the dangers of sex. I never took it seriously until I caught a STI. At the age of 15 I realized I was a sex addict. It was like that was the only thing I wanted to do. For a long time I hated myself. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I didn’t know how to heal from getting raped, I didn’t know who to talk to because my mom used to tell my business to her friends, so I never wanted to tell her anything. When I got raped the first person I told was my sister. My sister told my mom and that’s how she found out, but then she went and told a whole bunch of people. At the time I didn’t know how wrong my mom was, but something in me didn’t trust her for a reason. When I really needed my mom she wasn’t there, but she was there when she wanted to be. She was always caught up in her relationships. She was always caught up with her other family members. It felt like she only cared about me when she felt like it. Growing up I really had to learn how to communicate my feelings on my own, I had to learn how to say no to sexual activities, and I had to learn who I was on my own. My whole life I was alone. This is not a bad thing and it’s certainly not the worst thing in the world because I got through it. I’ve learned from it and I apply a lot of what I learned to my daily life. I realize self love comes before anything and anyone else. I now know I shouldn’t allow anyone to touch me in that way if they don’t genuinely care about me.
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Psyche
