Nicole Fenn
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Writing every emotion, idea, or dream that intrigues me enough to put into a long string of words for others to absorb, in the hopes that someone relates, understands, and appreciates.
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Don't Look Too Closely
Something was just…off. It was 2 am, and Evan was finally shutting down his gaming console after a few hours of catching up with his friends on a slow Thursday evening. Of course, those few hours had turned into several after talking trash across glowing screens and friendly fire, and he cursed under his breath after checking the time on his phone. His screen’s harsh blue light seemed almost too bright, slicing through the dim calm of his apartment. Along with the hum of the refrigerator and faint tick of the wall clock, everything felt unusually loud in the quiet aftermath of digital laughter.
By Nicole Fenn3 months ago in Fiction
Resigning from the Edge
To Whom It May Concern (Anxiety, you know who you are...bitch), I am writing to inform you that, oh my god, I am so done with being anxious all the goddamn time, your emotional hostage, and unpaid intern. Please consider this my official two-week notice as I've started looking into proper therapy. Just know I write this with shaky fingers, a racing heart, and—ironically—a sense of calm; you're the type to get a sick kick out of that, Anxiety.
By Nicole Fenn8 months ago in Journal
The Voice. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “Honey? Dinner’s ready.” Maggie had huddled herself in the furthest corner of her room, palms against her ears to muffle her mother’s voice. Tears had been streaming down her cheeks, choking back every sob threatening to shred her throat.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Horror
