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Alice O'Bright

Joined February 2011 and calls listography home.

10 stories, 0 challenges, 4 comments, and 3 friends

At twenty: I can’t write or sing, I hate people while constantly surrounding myself with them, and I have these beautiful stories trapped in my head which my pen has yet to give justice.

Stories

  1. If I were to tell you...

    If I were to tell you now the deeds that I have done, Every mountain to this day I’ve climbed Or every battle I have won, The long and lengthy list, you see, would come to no avail. Because by the time that I am done with it, I will be ever so old an...

  2. You’re no longer sure if your feet are on solid ground.

    Your throat begins to heave and plunge. You’d surely be sick if your stomach was anywhere to be found. Luckily, it isn’t. Then the room begins to spin. The angels in your ears whisper the most horrific secrets. You thank the gods you’re m...

  3. As the stupid, young prince

    wandered through the woods, he touched the branches of every tree and listened to each vibrant flower’s melody, intently searching for something. It was then that he came upon the little girl, the young heroine sleeping under the hawthorn’s shade a...

  4. Beautiful Nightmare

    The eidolon dresses himself up each night to frequent my dreams. His liquid, black skin crawls down my cheek as his soulless eyes work to devour me whole. My lips quiver and stomach churns, but I can no longer discern whether it is fear or something mo...

  5. Nymph-like, she flew through the woods each afternoon,

    and each evening she returned home refusing to breathe a word of her adventures. This was the condition. They could only be friends (she and Klaus) for as long as she kept silent about their adventures and spoke of him to no one. It was a condition she...

  6. There was once a little girl.

    She was young, so young that even when she should have been sad, she was happy. At least that’s what everyone thought and why no one questioned her keeping such good spirits even after her mother passed. They just assumed she didn’t know ho...

  7. After

    Finishing the glass, the sharp liquid scorched its way down her throat. It had been a long time since she’d had a drink, and the room spun in response as Alicia’s slender fingers worked to extinguish each light in turn as she stumbled towar...

  8. Harrowing Anxiety

    Your throat begins to heave and plunge; you’d surely be sick if your stomach was anywhere to be found. The angels in your ears whisper the most horrific secrets. You thank the gods you’re mad. If you weren’t – if others heard the vile thing...

  9. A Murder Mystery

    It was cold. I’m sure there were other facts that I should have noticed, but at that moment, all that had ever been or would be was the frigid chill freezing the dew on my lips and the air in my lungs. My entire world had iced over in a single snowy ...

  10. Home

    Just after four o’clock on an unexceptional, late-autumn afternoon, Lillith grappled her luggage from the trunk of a second-hand station wagon before approaching the slightly dilapidated house. Everything she owned fit comfortably in two small su...

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