Lucy Torralba
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Just a writer at heart trying to tell some stories of my own. Currently working on one main story, will update whenever I can.
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Hunting:
This is my spin on the story of Dracula and Van Helsing. Growing up I had only seen portraits of Dracula on the church walls. Most of the paintings were of when he was still human and shortly after turning. He was always waiting in the shadows. The more gruesome ones were found in the training room only. The church's oath was to find and exterminate Dracula once and for all. No matter how many times the church tried to put an end to this monster the following night there would be a written note with 'I live' -D. A middle finger would be drawn just underneath.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Fiction
Recovery
Being cradled in Ed's arms distracted me enough to make the pain bearable. Feeling the light overhead begin to sting my eyes I buried my face against his chest. While doing so, I took the chance to bite down on my lower lip to keep from screaming. Feeling Ed's heartbeat pound in my ear comforted me. With my eyes closed all I could see is Nurse Ratchet grinning down at me with a dull rusted scalpel in hand.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Fiction
Interrogation. Content Warning.
Feeling the soldiers grip tighten around my arms as they dragged me down the hall made counting the steps hard. I could barely think straight with the shock they put me through. The sound of a keycard being scanned for a door to open told me I was in some deep shit now. The ceiling was covered with high volt light bulbs beaming down on me. I could barely see a bed in the middle of the room.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Fiction
Blind Spots
Glaring daggers at Ed through my glasses I said, "Turn the light off". Watching him go towards the lamp I slowly got off the floor. I didn't have time to do my morning stretches and my body ached with every move I took. As he turned the light off his door automatically opened. I moved to the closest corner and said, "I need to tell you something".
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Fiction
First night
As the metal door slid behind me there was a barely any room to breathe. With confinement like this who needs a coffin, I thought. Three seconds passed before the door in front of me opened. Seeing Ed and Mat waiting for me on the floor I asked, "Does that happen every time?" Both of them nodded their heads. After rolling my eyes I took in the bare walls and saw that the room we were currently in was about the same size as the library. Ed commented with, "This is one of the few rooms that doesn't have cameras watching us." Mat followed with, "From what I know this room doesn't have any hearing devices either, due to me." "So we can talk freely here?", I asked and they both shrugged.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Fiction
Solitary
The sound of doors closing behind me filled me with rage. Slamming my fists against the doors must have muffled the sound of someone coming my way. A peppy voice from my left shocked me into a defensive pose. With my body in a boxers position I turned to see a petite young lady within arms distance of myself. "You must be the new girl they mentioned earlier, my name is Hannah", she extended a tiny hand out to me. I looked down at her hand while crossing my arms over my chest. Hannah dropped her hand quickly slightly embarrassed by the weak smile she tried to give me. The sound of someone coming our way alerted the both of us. My head turned to the left to see a tall lanky person with dark hair the length of their shoulders come around the corner.
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Fiction
Being born Non-Binary
Ever since I was a young kid I felt different compared to everyone else. As if I was some an alien pretending to be human. While being a teen I was had so many thoughts of self harm and suicide. At the time I didn't know the true reason I was feeling this way.
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Poets
Killers?
"Wake up! Wake up! Hey Princess, wake up!!" My best friend Andy is trying to wake me. She knows better than to call me "Princess". When she reaches for my shoulder I grab her forearm and give a strong squeeze while glaring daggers into her eyes. "The only Princess here is you", I say through gritted teeth. Andy looks at her forearm that's still in my grasp, after another squeeze my hand releases her arm. "If you were awake you'd see that we're finally here", she says trying to act tough.
By Lucy Torralba4 years ago in Horror
Death's Pond
February of 2021 This is the second time it's snowed in my life so far. The news said it won't just snow, the pipes will freeze, roads will ice over, and businesses are sure to be closed until further notice. Yesterday and today the roads weren't much of a threat to drive so people could afford to go to work, hopefully without running into some black ice. My manger gave me a call and asked if I wanted to work I decided why not, I could always use the money. My mom was a bit worried about dropping me off today, until I mentioned that Andy would be closing with me. We agreed that she would pick me up after my shift ends. If by any chance mom isn't there 10 minutes after Andy and I call or text, go to Andy's house. She's the only person mom trusts enough with my safety.
By Lucy Torralba4 years ago in Fiction
Observe
All of a sudden I'm taken aback, the young woman is no longer the barista I had just spoken to less than a minute ago. The young woman who's in front of me looks like she could be one of the barista's relatives; her mother or maybe sister. She has green eyes with hazel around the pupils, curly almost raven black hair shoulder length, with so many freckles covering her face, and full pouty lips. She's trying to tell me something, but there's no sound coming her. Then darkness engulfs her entirely.
By Lucy Torralba4 years ago in Fiction
