'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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Calculated Manipulation. Content Warning.
The air felt heavy. Or maybe that was just me. My breath was heavy. My chest filled up quickly, letting out the air much quicker than it was letting inside. God. You just sat on the other end of the couch. Your body slumped over the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table. Your hands covering your eyes as if you were afraid to look at me. Why couldn't you look at me? Why couldn't you face what you've done? The television screen was lit, yet no picture was shown. Only were there colors bouncing off the cracks of the screen; the cracks which appeared after you tried to put your fist through the picture. God. Was that what you didn't want to face? Your hands uncovered your face. Your head still remained resting on the back of the couch, while your feet were propped up on the coffee table. I've always hated the way you would prop your feet up on the table but there's no way I'm correcting you now.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Yours, Truly
All she ever dreamt of having was to get a taste of something different; anything different. A new life. A new beginning. All she's ever wanted was the taste of the type of life she's only dreamt of having. You know the one. The life where havoc was all that was known to the sole perpetrator. The life where you couldn't know whether a person was good or bad; either you trusted everyone, or trusted no one. That life. That's the life she wanted to take a bite out of. Just a taste. Just to get a feel of something... anything... different from her own.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Forever Till Apart
The moon was ginormous and round; a full ball of light which reflected off the flickering streetlights as we strolled on through the empty road. The houses we walked past were either dark or were boarded up. James had taken my hand, guiding me through the streets as we pushed along.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
The Battle Against Herself
Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I could not recognize. This girl staring back at me - she wasn't different at all. She was me. She was actually me. Yet, she wasn't. Staring back at me was the shell of what I once was, but the emotions she carried inside of her- that's where we divided. She was the shell of what once was. What could've been. Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I destroyed a long time ago. Someone whom I must say goodbye.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Consequences. Content Warning.
All I wanted, after all these years, was an apology. Something. Anything. Just something that would've showed me - proved to me - how you regretted the actions you've done. That you regretted the decisions you made out of impulse.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Poets
