'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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She Gets The Flowers, Right?
She gets the flowers, right? No hesitation. No question. She probably didn't even have to ask... to beg... for those pretty little petals to arrive in her hands. All she had to do was bat those pretty lashes, flash a smile wider than the Pacific Ocean, and you just couldn't help yourself.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Scenario
The time read 2:02. Blinding lights filled the room as my eyes attempted to adjust. Beeps sounded out from all around. An older lady dressed in what seemed to be a bright polka dotted pink outfit came into the room, smiling from ear to ear.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
How Could You
How could you have been able to do what you did? How? Being able to live knowing all that you've done to such a young, innocent girl... how do you do it? How can you possibly survive just knowing that you destroyed every last bit of hope that little girl had before she even had the slightest chance to grow up? Are you proud of yourself? Are you impressed for having achieved the one thing most haven't been able to achieve?
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Secret Love Affair
He was the most perfect person anyone could have ever asked for. His brown curls felt so soft to the touch, and he had a pair of the most vivid green eyes that never failed to sparkle in the light. Not to mention just how his smile could've lit up an entire room all on its own. I could spend all day long just admiring him. Just being able to run my fingers through his curls whenever we watched late night movies together, or just staring at him from across the table as we shared a bucket of fried chicken together. God. What I wouldn't do to replay the moment right before he leans in to kiss me when his cheeks start to turn a pinkish color from blushing so much. His best feature, by far, has probably got to be the way he automatically knows what's wrong with me just by looking at me. I still haven't a clue how he does it. Either my smile would be a little off, or my voice just sounds different, but either way... he can tell. It's kind of cute, actually. Just knowing that someone could care that much for me that they noted enough about you that makes you happy that they can tell when you're upset; that's what love is. That's what I love the most about him. About us. We're perfect. Perfection. There's nothing wrong with him. With us. Nothing at all. We're two perfect soulmates who were made for one another. Well. There may be just one slight problem with us.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Taking Flight
"The land looked so flat from above," I found myself thinking as my eyes peered out the window at the grasslands below. Everything looked so small in comparison. Of course everything would look so small when comparing it to being tens of thousands of feet in the air, wouldn't it? God. I had to have spelled the distance out. Letting out a short breath, I closed the shade about halfway and leaned back in my seat. The screen in front of me had a map of our location playing on an endless loop. Most people would probably prefer to choose from the great selections of in-flight movies they advertised as we boarded, but for some (odd) reason I preferred this. Although I have a minor fear of heights, I also have a fear of flying... so it's a little bit calming being able to know where we are exactly in the sky. Or even where exactly we'd be located if we were to be shown a map of the country. Although, I won't lie. Sometimes the map is a nightmare; especially when that little plane icon starts to fly above a body of water.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
The Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Once again, she stood on the other side. Smiling back at me. Although her smile seemed different today. It seemed to be a little... off, today. Behind her wasn't her usual floral pattern wallpaper like it always used to be. Instead, in place of the usual wallpaper I've grown used to see every day, was an open door to a whole new world. She just stood there. The reflection in the mirror right in front of me. Smile spread across her face. Thick dark brownish red lines had exited her eye sockets, falling down her cheeks until they reached the top of the top seam to her brightly colored white nightgown. Behind her I couldn't help but notice the colors looking brighter than ever. Usually, she was so dark. Darkened. Her hair. Her eyes. Her skin. Almost as if you couldn't own lightbulbs wherever she was. Dark. The only thing about this girl that wasn't dark was her nightgown. That brightly colored white nightgown. I always thought of it to be some sort of Victorian style; almost as if that could've been the time frame she was supposed to be in? Was it? Was she even a ghost? Could a ghost be a reflection in the mirror? She couldn't had been that old. She's young. She seems young. She seemed to resemble me.. in some way. The same hair. Similar facial features. She even had the exact same nose slope that I had.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Horror
