Lynn Ramirez
Bio
Writing has always been a passion of mine and I write everything from informational pieces to short stories.
Believe it or not most of my stories are brought to me in my dreams and I just go from there.
Stories (3)
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Koa tugged slightly on one of her braids and smiled. “Sir,” she laughed slightly, “do not do that.” Koa smirked at her devilishly and tugged the braid again. She sucked her teeth and stood up. “I said, do not do that.” Koa stood to his feet. Leilani swallowed hard and stared up at the man that towered over her. “Do you want to fight?” She smirked up at him.
By Lynn Ramirez4 years ago in Fiction
The Stevenson House
There was something always a little strange about the old Stevenson house. Something no one could ever quite explain. Everyone called it a “murder house.” Just walking past it could cause your hair to stand on end, but that didn’t stop a new family from moving in.
By Lynn Ramirez5 years ago in Horror
I Craved Him to Death
I woke up this morning and believe it or not he was on my mind. I rolled over and kissed Michael on the forehead. He stirred slightly, but of course did not wake. I climbed out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror Michael installed for me. It was a beautiful floor length mirror. I handpicked it out from our local Joann. Here I am, living in my dream house with the man of my dreams and all I can think about is him. It had been years since they had closed the case, but the thought of that night lingers in my brain. All I can remember is the feel of his blood on my hands, watching the light as it left his eyes. I craved him to death. I had longed for the taste of his lips against my neck, the feel of his hands in mine. I desired the way he felt between my legs and the way he caused my body to react. I can still feel him. I craved him to death. He knew I was addicted. He was my weekly fix. No, he was my weakness. He was the reason I felt like this. He was the reason I cried myself to sleep at night. Oh, how I loved our highs, but man, did I hate our lows. That is why he had to go. He spent so much time destroying women and we just continued to allow him. I had to do it. He was my first. I apologized and catered to his ego to get him to invite me in. I knew there was only one thing on his mind. I obliged and removed my coverings. He stared at me with the devil in his eyes: full of lust and desire. I always loved the hunger in his eyes and the way he drank my body in. I coaxed him into letting me be on top. For once he got the opportunity to be catered to. Little did he know it would be his last. I would be his last. We broke out the handcuffs like we always did but this time for him.
By Lynn Ramirez5 years ago in Criminal
