Martha Black

Joined October 2020

5 stories

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Hobby writer of various mediums. Fan of horror and all things metaphysical. Might be a witch, who knows?

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For You, Whoever You Are
It started, they say, with a bang. Energy and matter were flung across the expansive void, filling it steadily with light and gas. Some of this would condense into shapes, and some of those would form planets, and only a select few of those had the right kind of stuff to create life.
By Martha Black5 years ago in Motivation
Henry Rollins and the Blueberry Puffs
She ran the tips of her fingers over my nose. They applied gentle pressure from there, to the top of my head, then back and down between my shoulders. Her hands were so large, about the size of my entire body, but she was so delicate when she pet me.
By Martha Black5 years ago in Petlife
Muddy Days
When I am in a pond of mud every step is slow, and dragging, and sloppy, and I can see the shore, where steady ground starts,
By Martha Black5 years ago in Poets
The World is Strange
The world is strange And I can’t remember how I got here, And though the air is clear, And glass reminders surround me,
By Martha Black5 years ago in Poets
Despair
This is not my bed. I’m suspended in the moment between being asleep and being awake. My eyes are still shut and I move my head to nuzzle further into my pillow in protest against waking. My scalp grinds against something hard and uneven, instead.
By Martha Black5 years ago in Horror