L.D. Malachite
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L.D.Malachite is an author from California who specializes in Horror, and psychological explorations on trauma.
All stories published here are first drafts which will be later published as books.
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An open letter to my brother, a child I never asked to raise . Content Warning.
I can’t help but consume your despair as my own, your emotions so closely tied to my own, I often wonder if we have any separation between us, we were born for each other, keeping each other from ending our days in a shallow grave
By L.D. Malachite 11 months ago in Psyche
Your self-centered love
Your face showed something brewing beneath, a level of pain that you would not expose. When asked, you would lie, tell me all was well, and that you were tired. I noticed you close your eyes as we grew intimate, saw your kisses withdraw faster and told myself was imagining things, that I must be crazy, after all, I do have BPD. You saw my mental illnesses and the work i had done on myself as an opening to convince me you would never cheat, would never look at another.
By L.D. Malachite 2 years ago in Humans
A mother's call to arms
I wok e to the caterwaul of my mother's ringtone, as dread drenched me in sweat, I weighed my options. It was my Birthday, just another opportunity for her to call me, oblivious to the pain it cause each time. Oblivious to the memories it dragged from the darkest corners of my past. Allowing a moment of bad judgment, I answer her call, to be greeted by her sickeningly sweet voice, the same one that told me for years the abuse we endured was "okay", as though this exact treatment isn't exactly what caused her own mental torment. As though her own father didn't cause a menagerie of mental afflictions by providing the same trauma as she allowed her husband to inflict me with.
By L.D. Malachite 3 years ago in Psyche
Eating my experiences (27)
TOME 34 Mel lavished me in comforts I had long let go of, a proper bed in a warm room and fresh food. I nearly got lost in her charm before I went to visit Alex, who was kept in a windowless room away from all others. He had his hands bound and slept on a concrete floor. I rushed to his side, my new dress trailing behind me across the floor. Alex was under a thin cotton cloth shivering in the cold.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (28)
TOME 39 I could have sworn I heard my cats caterwaul as I spun wildly through our room before Mel woke up, rubbing her eyes. I blurted out "can you get have someone get my cat?" She let a small giggle come through before standing gracefully, when she stood straight she was six feet tall and slender as could be, but always wore loose robes and dresses.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (25)
TOME 26 The spiraling numbness took hold of me for an indeterminate amount of time. My friends and cat, who I had cast aside for a small morsel of fun now flitted about me in failed attempts to get me to speak, but I felt as though I had not only murdered my mother, but slept with her too, a fate not easily forgotten.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (26)
TOME 31 My lungs were still inundated by phlegm when we started our journey again leave me dependent on my inhaler and coughing with each incline. My throat sore and jagged as the cold air bristled past it, sometimes leaving me gagging. Zach looked like a shell of his former self, not quite recovered. We didn't speak much for the first day back on our feet, but that seemed to be what each of us wanted.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Fae Fantasy
SCROLL 1 I grew up in a split home filled to overflowing with neglect, pain, and depression. Both houses had their downfalls, yet my mom's was truly cursed, try as I might I could never preserve the dwindling happiness that fell away at her door. My father's house tried to support me, tried to fill me with wonder and enjoyment, but frankly it was never enough, nothing would ever be enough. I was filled with an emptiness that could not be bribed out of me.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Everything doesn't happen for a reason
"Everything happens for a reason" the words reverberated off my spine, threatening to couple me as I spoke to my grandma, unaware of the traumas that plagued my small mind. I was closed off about my own experience as a child, afraid that if I opened up, my brother would be released into the sea of foster system never to be seen again.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Families
An open letter to the woman who birthed me
The thing I hear so often is "nobody deserves that," but I find this naïve as there tends to be a multitude of people, who have done things so absolutely heinous that nothing in the world should bring about forgiveness. As a child, I experienced the feeling of begging for death so often I will never be able to tally them up for all to see. I spent hours, years, decades, counting down for my day of death.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Psyche
Eating my experiences (22)
TOME 23 I spent several hours feeling sorry for myself as I unraveled beside Alex before I looked for myself at the bottom of a wine bottle, propped up against the wall, filling myself to the brim with the nauseating fluid. Lilly found me puffy eyes and all with a compassionate hug, melting the small level of defense built against my emotions. I melded with her small body, reveling the song she softly sang to me before she pulled away with sadness in her eyes to study my face.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (24)
TOME 25 I could see the lips I kissed now swollen and torn by my bludgeoning, eyes I once longed to look into bulging out of her head, freckled face I once help longingly ruptured and specked by shards of bone poking through her skin. I wondered as her brain began to sizzle if I would ever rid myself of the events that unwrapped over the last 24 hours. I had killed the woman I loved, and the woman I loved was so many people, including my mom, how could you forgive yourself for that.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
