Raphael Fontenelle
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Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.
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Little Bit South
It hadn’t been how I expected this to all go. A beautiful night in with one of the loveliest women I know. Her gorgeous strawberry blond hair pulled back into a beautiful ponytail. I could touch it all night if she had allowed me. So soft and smooth like her skin. My wonderous Callisto.
By Raphael Fontenelle10 months ago in Fiction
Trust The Process
When I start writing, I usually try to write in a journal. A first draft always seems to be better when I’m writing in a journal. That way I can separate different stories from each other. And mostly because I absolutely love journals. Some of my favorite ones are the ones that I got for Valentine’s Day.
By Raphael Fontenelle10 months ago in Critique
Tiny Knight in A Skirt
My name is Elina, I’m seventeen years old, and today may have been the weirdest day of my whole life. First, I was helping my mother around the barnyard. Not that easy when you’re around five inches tall and all the animals are bigger than you. But I make it work the best that I can. As I carry around a large needle to defend myself. Mother insisted upon that one. And as I was getting this system set up to feed the pigs. It’s a set up that involves some twine, nails, and a lot of arm strength for me.
By Raphael Fontenelle10 months ago in Humor
Do You Like-Like Me?
January 21, 1996 Dear Brittney, This isn’t something that I ever thought I would be doing. Writing a letter to you. Then leave it inside of your locker. As I feel that your family would listen on the phone if I called you. Or at least your younger brother might do so. Cuz he’s a little twerp like that. And that’s the last thing we need right now. After they almost caught us kissing in your bedroom. Good thing you didn’t wear that glittery pink lip gloss huh?
By Raphael Fontenelle11 months ago in History
Cabbage Rolls
At the bottom, I will be sharing a recipe that is like the recipe my grandma did. Since my grandma didn’t write out the recipe. Nor can I ask her about it as she isn’t available for me to ask. It’s basic but sometimes basic food can be the nicest. The food is ‘Cabbage Rolls’ and it was one of my favorite dishes while growing up. My grandpa used to tell us that it was ‘Pigs in a Blanket’. Because my grandpa thinks he’s funny. He’s sometimes right about that.
By Raphael Fontenelle11 months ago in Feast
Reparative Pal Program Eleven
Leaving the house without shoes wasn’t easy. As the way that the sidewalk felt under my feet was painful. But obviously I ignored it as I ran towards his car. Getting the right key out while keeping an eye on the front door. Soon as I got it open, I climbed inside it. Keeping an eye on the front door while I did it. It was so good to be out of the house. At that moment I had the feeling of the night air on my skin was bliss. Even if it wasn’t for as long as I wanted it to be. Maybe while I’m driving, I can have the windows down. That isn’t the point of all of this as I started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
By Raphael Fontenelle11 months ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program Ten
After this, John got bored of this gently setting me back in the wheelchair. Taking great pains to make sure that I wasn’t jostled too much. He treated me like I was made from a fragile kind of glass that would break otherwise. But I ignored that as he cleaned up the trays first. John had taken them back to the kitchen or wherever they went when we were done with them. Then came back to me and wheeled me down the hallway. Straight towards another room that was twice the size of the room I had just been in. Maybe even a bit bigger than the cafeteria that I briefly saw some time ago on the way to Alya’s office. There were several tables that were just like the tables in the other room as well. A large T.V was set up against the farthest wall. Right in the middle of it at a height that most of the patients wouldn’t be able to reach. On it was a channel that had played what I had seen in passing in town.
By Raphael Fontenelle11 months ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program Nine
Well, I’m vaguely sure that we’re doing something sort of therapeutic. Though the way that John goes about it doesn’t feel right. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy is meant to help you deal with stressful situations and other things. The other things I can’t remember are off the top of my head right now. As I’m not entirely sure if I’m even remembering what was supposed to happen at all. I suppose in a way that this would help me practice with stressful situations. How to deal with someone that wants to own you like a damn animal is one. Keeping said person happy is probably part of that. This has been something that’s been easier said than done. Ever since I woke up, he’s been a bit…difficult.
By Raphael Fontenelle12 months ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program Eight
After some amount of time had passed, the lights slowly dim back on. Making me wince when they fully turn on. They were much too bright for my tastes. I would say for this time of morning but I’m not even sure what time it is. All I do know is that I barely slept much the night before. Sleep has become a luxury that a lot of us in the Woodrow Clinic can afford. In the past six months I can only get a few good hours of sleep. Other times I can’t fall asleep no matter what I do. Closing my eyes as I try to coax myself into unconsciousness. Failing spectacularly despite my hard efforts to get myself asleep.
By Raphael Fontenelle12 months ago in Horror
Runaway Farmboy
My name is Thomas Woodworth. Or as everyone in my family seems to love to call me, ‘Tom Thumb’. As I was no bigger than my mother’s thumb when I was born. And I have barely grown in the fifteen years since then. I am the youngest brother of three. My other brothers’ names are Charles and Alexander. Unlike myself, they’re normal height for their ages. Seventeen and sixteen. Perfectly ‘normal’ children that aren’t abnormally sized. My mother and father both love to rub in for no good reason in my opinion.
By Raphael Fontenelle12 months ago in Fiction
Reparative Pal Program Seven
Soon as ‘dinner’ was over, I was wheeled back to the room I had been forced into. It was somewhat around the same size as my old college dorm room. But with a lot more white walls and way less furniture than that. Something that I find somewhat impressive considering that I was working so hard. And still made barely enough to make enough money to get what I got. Thank goodness that Facebook exists. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have some of the things that I had. Either way the room is just so exhausting to be in. No matter what way I try to be optimistic about this whole thing I just can’t. As this whole place makes staying out of my mind a whole lot more difficult. Trying to keep myself out of my own mind has been difficult these past six months. Something that I’m guessing is the point around here. To keep us from being able to not stop thinking or feeling so damn isolated from others.
By Raphael Fontenelle12 months ago in Horror
