Caitlin Charlton
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Noir Writer & Close Reader. Spotting the elements of Eloquence.
Survivor. Reclaiming my own territory.
Let us read each other and leave the page free. 🖋️🔥đź‘
Stories (138)
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Static Giant
Static giant standing tall — branch of algae, lichens and bark Though your leaves may fall beneath, you are a silent guardian that speaks Carbon dioxide you intake — to make climate change —cease not rage Though I may be dust you give me breath — to live through my daily tasks at best If I may drink — parasites and filth, you come to my rescue — purified my fill Excuse me if I am… curious, what wisdom do thee keep? Bristlecone pine, may have the answers to find — immortal divine When your soul declines, just look outside — your static giant stands — in odd shapes and size
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
The Scarlet Siren Of Sorrow . Content Warning.
“Get away from me you sick human gargoyle” A lady said with a voice taut and strained, she stepped back bumping into a grave, which cracked her sense of balance. “now look what you’ve gone and done,” the thing moved before the lady, hovering over the ground, her body stiff and her fingers lifeless and bent — she was slighted.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Horror
Murder at the Midnight Door. Content Warning.
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Never taught to be afraid of my own shadow, but somehow I remain good at it. The way the dark is stuck to my heel, and how I see her dead on the ground — but she moves with me and I could never figure out how.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Horror
Dying Trap
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. With eyes as bright as the moon, lips as pure as the day she lost her virginity, she wish she could see him again tonight in her dreams, she had questions. Tonight at her mothers grave she spoke to the stars.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Horror
The Other Woman
I was hit on the back of my head by the devil in the detail, following my need to be sedulous and to do things quickly lies the demon of anger and impatience. It was time to begin my entanglement with my mistress, to do things slowly without balling up my fist.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Confessions
