Mishael Robinson
Bio
I love writing. It's an escape for me, a place where I can lose myself. This is a page where I write about life, relatable stuff but in the most wonderful way possible. I really hope you enjoy them.
Stories (10)
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A Little Powder. Content Warning.
It started as a harmless curiosity. You'd heard of it but you were always wary, understandable, it's potent but then pain came along and you needed to dull him. The first time you took it you couldn't believe that such pleasure exists, that ecstasy was just within your reach. It felt like you were floating, like everything was gone, even pain and you were just you.
By Mishael Robinsonabout a year ago in Writers
A Cold Betrayal. Content Warning.
I thought we were friends, I thought I could trust you. I didn't know; I didn't know your plans, your sinister thoughts, the twisted feelings you had for me. You hid it quite well. If only I knew; If only I knew we wouldn't be here, I would be six feet away from my family, and our people wouldn't be torn apart.
By Mishael Robinsonabout a year ago in Writers
Him
It was pitch black inside, silence so thick it was suffocating. Loneliness my only companion, the bars so strong no matter how hard I hit, it doesn't budge. My hands were torn and my voice was hoarse, from all the hitting and screaming for help. Day by day I slowly go mad, I try to fight it, I really do.
By Mishael Robinsonabout a year ago in Writers
Lessons. Content Warning.
I was taught that love comes with conditions and that love can be bought. I learnt that it was their way or the highway I was taught people can't be trusted and isolation from the world was for the best. I learnt that your biggest haters are the ones who share dinner with you. I was taught to hide my emotions, that tears were for the weak.
By Mishael Robinsonabout a year ago in Writers
A Letter To the Other Woman. Content Warning.
I forgive you. For all the sleepless nights you caused, for all your efforts to destroy my family, for ringing the phone during dinner time, for being his comforter after a fight, for causing the fights, for being younger and prettier, for taking a father from his children, for sharing his money, time and affection with us, for exposing my children to reality before their time, for being yet another skeleton in our closet, for making me a laughing stock, for destroying a home, for being the other woman.
By Mishael Robinson2 years ago in Writers
Trapped. Content Warning.
You're coming. I can hear your footsteps as you move up the stairs, a constant but graceful beat. Gagged and cuffed to the table, my heart beat partly in trepidation and excitement as I awaited my doom. The room becomes smaller and the air doesn't feel like air anymore as you enter the room, your presence filling up every nook and cranny.
By Mishael Robinson2 years ago in Writers
Her Story. Content Warning.
She hates and loves the silence. Her heart was a warm lonely organ encased in a hard cold exterior, wanting affection but pushing it away at the same time. She could say she became like this from all her trauma, from all the pain and betrayal she has suffered. From the cold home from which she came, from having to grow up very young, from maturing before her time.
By Mishael Robinson2 years ago in Writers
Hopeless Romantic. Content Warning.
My voice was hoarse from screaming, my wrist sore from pulling on my chains, my eyes blurred from all the tears I had shed. I can't remember the last time I saw the sun; I've known the darkness for too long, been a captive for too long.
By Mishael Robinson2 years ago in Writers
