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Tyrannical TeaCup

Joined July 2009.

17 stories, 0 challenges, 59 comments, and 2 friends

[Indefinitely under construction.]

Stories

  1. Raw so Un[challenged] - pt. 2

    You never hit me. But I’ve been hit before. I wouldn’t have flinched. At nine, I would have stood there with my arms extended, palms out. At ten, I would have anger in my heart. And eleven, hatred. But I wouldn’t have moved. I’v...

  2. Raw so Un[challenged] - pt. 1

    Asians are the most fucked up people you will ever meet. Passive yet passionate. You can’t read their face, their voice, their anger but from their words and silent actions, they will hurt you. They will hurt you. How do I explain a culture so fa...

  3. Static Noise

    Seems like everyone’s picking up a mic these days, on my left, Sanova’s sitting at play spewing words, mixed up thoughts, triggered screams, who’s at fault spotlight back, watch my back, ‘Cause I’lll die when, yes I’...

  4. Rabid Stress

    She grew listless as the days went by, her eyes always peering out of some obscure opening within the house. He inquired several times but learned nothing other than that she felt nervous. It never occurred to him that she could feel such an emotion an...

  5. Do what's due of you. No more.

    Nearly a month drew by before the two returned home. It was partly due to her accidentally killing their acquaintance in a friendly duel involving toothpicks. However, he was not without fault as he felt all the Mountain Dew and bacon donuts would go t...

  6. A Delectable Delight

    Though he was still sensitive to the previous night’s “event”, there was an urge boiling up in her. She caught sight of him wrapped in a black hoodie, cautiously walking the streets. She grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him toward ...

  7. Sentimentality Cripples Children

    Mama, Hold Still – 05/07/09 I envision her kneeling down, simultaneously as she recalls the incident and my barriers begin to fall. I have felt this feeling before, where sharp sensations tear at the corner of my eyes, even as I remain a bystande...

  8. I am broken.

    Sprawled on a surface I no longer recognize, my chest caved in due to an outburst of emotions. Ironic, as I no longer feel much save for an emptiness that tears at the hole where my heart should be. The corners of my eyes sting like cracks running thro...

  9. Friday Night

    Friday night. Last day of school, a night for those who have been working hard to wind down before the next week starts up again. A chance for them to turn off all phones so that the only tune they do hear is the one playing on the stereo. EveryoneR...

  10. Before it happened (Danger!)

    She was hungry, horribly so. It had been only a mere few days since she last…ate. Yet, the morsels that she did…feed…on were apparently not satisfying enough. She scoured the full five yards before her eyes were compelled to a certain...

  11. Hitting Home.

    Lap after lap after lap, her arms and legs continued in a rhythmic manner as her heartbeat carried a tune that she followed. Without realizing it, her body ceased movement and she blankly faced the sun, her mind lost in thought. “You’re goi...

  12. Conversations between a man and a woman (pt. 1)

    Him: You womenfolk are so confusing. Her: No, you malebodies are just too stupid.

  13. Recluse in Retreat

    I’m afraid to write, scared that my past would spill into lead that this pencil carries. Frightened that these words would only spell out every day that I’ve lived wrong. Why won’t Momma come back, my heartbeat had once resounded in ...

  14. Of Soaks and Suds

    The bath tub filled nearly to the top, a little boy situated in the midst of it all, his eyes enamored with bubbles and a stinging sensation. Tiny little hands splashed the surface as I supervised nearby, on a stool that made me all the lonelier. He is...

  15. Sold to the Enemy

    Awoken to yet another unfamiliar room, the walls barren, cracks aligned with rust colored stains. A brief scout revealed fragmented streams of light emitting from an unknown source, though useful enough for the eyes to adjust properly. The air felt spa...

  16. The Empress' Pride

    “Where were you last night?” His eyes fell upon me coldly, nostrils flared. The women who stood slightly behind slipped grins, bearing teeth. Silence on my part, my own eyes grasping nothing but his. He was without restriction. “Your ...

  17. Memories of a crying shame.

    “Do you see me?” Her voice dared not quiver, for she would not give in. “Quiet, we shall not have this.” His face was stone cold, emotionless, yet she knew he wavered. “We? So you’ve finally acknowledged me?” H...

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