'Lissa Stufflestreet
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I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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Finding Her Place
Trigger Warning: abusive fathers, alcoholism, abuse, mention of rape. Read at your own risk. Ever since I was able to remember, I've been bouncing in and out of foster homes; I guess you could say that I've become a stereotypical "foster child" from a very young age. Out of every foster parent I've had the joy of meeting, not a single one of them had ever considered adopting me out from my parents'. My social worker, Katie, once had tried to tell me that I'd never be adopted out because my birth parents cared that much about me to fight for my custody.. but I never believed it. If they cared so much, why'd they always do the stupid shit that sent me back in the first place? Katie was probably just coming up with some elaborate lie to make me feel better about the fact that nobody ever wanted to claim me "for life". It took me seven years to finally learn that the real reason why my parents would fight "so hard" for my custody is so they were able to look good for the neighbors who lived by them. They're the type of people who wanted to look good in the eyes of everyone they came across, despite the truth about who they really were.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 7
Disclaimer: This story has multiple parts. To read the previous chapter, click here. He began to come more and more into focus as I rubbed my eyes. The hood was covering his face, and his shadow lingered behind him as he stood there silently. His hands were shoved inside his pockets and his shoulders were hunched forward just a slight bit. He wasn't smiling or frowning. He was just.. blank.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Through The Eyes of The Innocence
The door slammed shut. Daddy was storming off into his office, while mommy chased after him begging for his forgiveness. She had a new bruise just under her eye today.. a bit of blood spilling out from under her nose. I sat with my barbies laid out in front of me, watching silently as daddy slammed his office door shut as mommy caught up to him. She was leaning up against the door now; her fist pressed up against it as she pleaded for him to open the door. She kept promising that she was "over it" and that she wouldn't fight with him again.. the way she always did after every fight they had.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 5
Disclaimer: This story has multiple parts. You can find the previous chapter here. I quickly turned around in self defense expecting to see Rev standing right behind me, waiting for the perfect time to grab ahold of me and shove me back into that stupid truck of his but no one was there. Assuming I was just imagining scenarios in my head, I continued to walk towards the direction from before.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Unfaithful
You always create scenarios in your head of the time you are going to meet "the one". He spots you from across the bar and walk towards you to give you quite the introduction. He fails at telling you some lame pickup line that he heard from another friend. You smile in response. You couldn't help but notice how cute he looked trying to hit you up. You relieve the tension between the two of you by starting up a conversation. Soon enough, a couple hours have gone by and you are still conversing with him.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 4
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. You can read the previous chapters here. My phone was still at home. Probably still plugged into the charger on the floor of my bedroom. Where I left it. Why didn't I take that stupid thing with me? It's always with me, even when I didn't really need it to be. I mentally slapped myself across the face before moving my hand away from my pants and placing it gently in my lap. My eyes scanned over the entire vehicle; looking up and down, side to side, studying every last detail of my surroundings to get my mind off the lack of phone in my pocket.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
The REAL Truth Behind Growing Up With Social Anxiety
If you were to scroll to the first thing I ever uploaded to Vocal, you'd probably look at this and go.. "Didn't you already write this article before?". The answer is yes. I did. Four years ago, when I first discovered Vocal's existence, I made some crappy article about having social anxiety that somehow did pretty well (surprisingly). I recently reread the article and realized just how much I wish I was able to change with this article if I was able. I won't lie.. I've actually considered deleting the article all together (sadly vocal doesn't allow you to delete articles though.. although I'm thankful for that, because I wouldn't want to erase my old work from existence). So instead.. I've decided that if I wasn't a fan of the article before.. why not just reedit it into an article I actually would be proud of. So that's what I did.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Psyche
Dreamer - Chapter 3
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. You can find the previous chapter here. I quickly turned my head towards the window but saw nothing besides complete darkness. I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door slowly and carefully before stopping myself.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 2
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. You can find the previous chapter here. I yawned, opening my eyes and taking in all of the surroundings around me. Skinny, bare trees surrounded the car around us as we drove past. The trees were so bare, it was almost as if someone just hot glued a few smaller sticks to a giant stick that had already been sticking up out of the ground. My finger pressed down on the window opener to get a quick smell of the fresh air outside but quickly closed it again the second I felt the cold breeze. I groaned which caused my father to give a light chuckle in response.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
