Stephanie Wright
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Survivor. Advocate. Seeker. A woman on a mission to slowly unveil the mysteries of family and the cosmic unknown through the power of storytelling.
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Pixie Dust: Part Three
I didn’t even check if she was breathing. My legs moved before my brain could catch up, stumbling back from her collapsed body as the echo of her voice still hung in the air. The ancient darkness awakens… Her words pounded behind my eyes, turning my stomach inside out.
By Stephanie Wright7 months ago in Horror
Pixie Dust: Part Two. Content Warning.
The visitation room of the county jail was a cold, sterile and repulsive place. A place that made my whole body tense just by being there. Though it was a nice change being on the other side of the glass, and not in handcuffs.
By Stephanie Wright7 months ago in Horror
Eridani Prime Chronicles. Content Warning.
PART 1: "Shattered Sky" The sun was a blistering, pale orb, obscured by the vast and flickering HoloSky. High above, the illusion of clear blue skies and fluffy white clouds glitched sporadically, revealing the metal panels of the Solar Shield. Below, Ironmarsh surrounded the Eridani Prime Intergalactic Space Station. The city was a mess of rusted buildings and neon lights shrouded in a polluted smog.
By Stephanie Wright7 months ago in Fiction
Thanks for Sharing. Content Warning.
The seven o'clock Narcotics Anonymous meeting is loud as everyone takes turns introducing themselves by first name only, identifying as addicts and alcoholics. The room reverberates with the monotonous introductions. It’s supposed to be a safe space, the place where we lay our cards down, spill the bullshit we’ve built our lives on. But all I can hear is Jerome’s voice, low, murmuring in my ear just before I slip away from the group.
By Stephanie Wright8 months ago in Filthy
Pixie Dust. Content Warning.
There was a time you could have convinced me that all there is to life is exactly what we see in front of us. “As Seen on T.V.,” and advertised to us through the myopic lens of mass media. But if you had even caught a glimpse of what I had seen—well you might end up in the psych ward with a “No Return” policy stapled to your forehead.
By Stephanie Wrightabout a year ago in Horror
Emily's Basement. Content Warning.
The air in the basement hung heavy with a musty, suffocating odor, assaulting Emily’s senses as she struggled to catch her breath. The cool dampness of the concrete floor seeped through her clothes, sending chills throughout her tense body. It was a chilling reminder of the harsh reality she faced, trapped in this sinister place.
By Stephanie Wright2 years ago in Horror
