Tausha Marshall
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Hello World!
Welcome to my little corner where I express what goes on in my brain on a daily basis. I'm a colorful, extroverted introvert that loves to express my creativity either through short stories, dance, or other forms of writing.
Stories (2)
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That Fateful Night
Faye, the self-proclaimed party girl and Terry, her loyal sidekick plus Instagram model, drunkenly trodded up the driveway after one of their extreme girl nights filled with loud music, overly interested men, and unending drinks. Faye and Terry were laughing so loud one of the neighbors yelled out their window to “Shut that noise up!!!” Terry and Faye immediately held their breath but could not hold it for long. The restraint they normally would have possessed was swallowed with the last bottle they drank at the club. They both looked at each other and in silent agreement took off running to the door laughing at the top of their lungs. But almost as if they both saw a ghost, they stopped dead in their tracks before getting to Faye’s front door. In their path, was a large blue box that stood about 2 feet tall. Terry, being her fearless self, slowly walked up and tapped the top of the box while Faye objected in silence. Terry continued to examine the box and found a small envelope hidden underneath a black bow.
By Tausha Marshall5 years ago in Horror
Indigo
Indigo's eyes slowly opened as she breathed in the smell of a new day. She was so delighted that she finally had a place to call her own. A place built by the hands of a man she had come to admire and adore - a man she lovingly called “grandpop". Indigo's life, at a mere 11 years old, had not been the easiest or the most glamorous. She had witnessed her mom get hauled off by police on many occasions, she was forced to trod up and down city streets begging for food and money, and she was subjected to sleeping anywhere she could find a little warmth. Indigo had resolved that her life would always be filled with uncertainty, fear, and sadness. This unpredictable existence with an emotionally detached mother and an absent father was, in a twisted way, her stability.
By Tausha Marshall5 years ago in Families
