Marysol Ramos
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The Angelic Beast. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The words blared through Shawna’s mind as she watched an all-white, angelic being become covered in dark red blood as it feasted on her husband. Hiding behind the pantry door, she couldn’t look away as she saw her husband slowly dying in torment.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Horror
The Door On Genevive Boulevard. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It was a door that has always been, and it seems it will always be. Nothing, not a fire nor a bulldozer could tear it down. Throughout the years, many have tried to demolish the door as they knew a hungry entity lived on the other side. Any time it would escape, it could not be killed but only returned to its residence by its carrier being put behind the door.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Horror
The Disappearance of Jada. Content Warning.
“Hey Henry, how you holdin’ up?” The man walking into Henry’s office asked. “Jare, Jada’s been M.I.A since Tuesday night. No text or phone call; and her friends didn’t hear from her on the night we had our fight.” Henry responded as he closed the file of papers he was reviewing and slammed it on his desk.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Criminal
Soul Soothing Journey
Soul Soothing Journey is a book written for those that struggle with depression and/or anxiety, but not reduced to this audience. There are 12 poetic and descriptive messages to help relieve symptoms even for a moment in time. Give your mental and emotional stress a soothing break from reality with a book that carries 12 separate messages that are induced with life-changing insights that apply to all humankind.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
The Gray Church - Part 3. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 3 ‘Help me out, please.’ The voice from under the car said. It was such a fragile and scared voice. I looked down at the hand and saw wrinkled fingers and a wrist so small I could wrap my own fingers around it.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church - Part 2. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 2 The clown opened its mouth, and I noticed blood dripping from its teeth. Within that instant the adrenaline in my body helped me push myself from under the car to begin running toward the police lights. I heard the clown rush to my side of the vehicle, but I didn’t want to stop and look.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 1 “I’m sorry, Ms. Livia, but we’ve been over this. Everything you are saying makes absolutely no sense. I don’t have a son named Mark Daniels, and since I don’t have a son named Mark, I don’t know his friends Junie nor Logan.”
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Creating Equality Starts with You
Speaking to myself: Reminding my soul: Revival: You’re not in this world to change others, you’re in this world to change yourself. Your focus is not to be on others, but on yourself to learn, grow, build, care for self, and live a life that is wanted from the standards of self (we lose our individualized standards as we compare ourselves to others.) With that (focusing on your own behavior and growth) you will learn to love others, respect others, help others, understand others, and be 1 with others (instead of focusing on how others need to change/grow, you’re too busy focusing on yourself — realizing that we have a hard time controlling ourselves and there is no place for us to judge others.)
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Journal
Moss on a Log
Soul Soothing Journey Neutral. That was the word that described my thoughts and feelings. Nothing good or bad was happening. Nothing hurtful nor inspiring occurred. Life was simple and mediocre, which felt as if it were a reflection of myself. I was like bland coffee or watered down tea. Sure, I was grateful for where I was, but I also needed something different. Afterall, life is about emotions and experiences.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
The Shadow in My Bedroom Window. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was with my feet in the snow. Never had I felt so numb. I’m not sure what it was, but something was different. I stood outside my house that early morning looking into the window of my bedroom. There was something there, a dark shadowy figure. I couldn’t quite make out what I was seeing.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
