The Awoken | Short Story

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It was midnight when I woke, from what seemed like the roughest night I had had in a long time.
When I opened my eyes I knew exactly why.
I was laying on the ground outside, my body in the worst position possible.
However it was that I ended up being here, I wasn’t sure, but wherever here was, I could not yet tell. It seemed to be a forest of some kind, definitely not somewhere I had seen or been, at least not from my own recollection.

Only a thick blanket of darkness surrounded me, but yet I could still see everything as clear as day, as if the world were in high definition, waiting for me to see the backlash from the hours before.
My eyes had quickly become attuned to the night sky around me, like a predator would be when hunting down their prey.
My depth and field of view still perfect and fully in action. In that moment I could have sworn I could see further away than normal. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but somehow I knew it was real, and nothing from this moment was going to be normal.
Looking down, all I saw was blood pouring from every area from cuts, and bruises marked out like tattoos across the entirety of my body. I tried to move to make myself more comfortable, but that just made it worse.

I winced at the unbearable pain that felt like a surge of electricity moving throughout every inch of me, from my fingers to the tips of my toes. I think it was enough to have driven me crazy, so to save myself from a second attack, I remained still, although it was difficult to do so, when my body was naturally shaking into movement from the knife like air around me, digging deep into my skin.
I couldn’t see it of course, but I could tell from my movements, and what I was feeling, that my face was probably in the same state.

All I could wonder was how long I had been here like this, and why?


What do you think? Should I continue with this story? I feel it is the beginning of a great mystery/Fairy tale like story, but that is just my opinion. I imagine it is just me that thinks that now that I have said it. Oh well!

Chloe Lauren x

The Art No One Saw | Short Story

Sitting here on this vacant beach, I watch intently as the troubled waters vigorously throw a tantrum against the innocent rocks. Every wave more violent than the last, causing the cliff face to frown, with tiny pieces of rock breaking off and falling with such sheer force into the ocean below, leaving behind a ripple, like tears moving quickly down from a person’s eyes, to the floor.

Only the stale stench of loneliness surrounds me and manages to reach my unsuspecting nose. I inhale the devastation, letting out only my deepest anxieties, and allowing for a sudden surge of electricity in the form of a chest stabbing chill to take control. My entire body victim to the cold prison we call air.

My heart beats out of time with the lyrical and harmonious whistling of the wind, whilst my breathing becomes more of a laborious task, as if my chest were being crushed, bearing a weight that couldn’t be moved or lifted by one person alone.

I avert my eyes to the sky above, seeming much calmer in looks, but holding back and array of dark and unknown secrets yet to be revealed. I see it for what it is, a never ending blanket of over protection. It’s caring in nature, but also smothering the world with its love, constantly keeping a close watch of what we are doing, not allowing for even a fraction of a second of privacy. Too afraid of what could happen, not knowing the damage has already been done.

The horrifyingly dull clouds form around me, like aggravated bullies in the school grounds waiting to prey on the weak and undeserving, without even a care for those who are about suffer.

The first drop falls on the ground like acid on a piece of metal, plunging and ripping into the sand I sit on, pulling the softened and damp grains apart from one another with ease. One drop leads to two, which leads to a downpour, a release of emotion from above.

Rain drops dance slowly down the contours of my face, not missing a single detail, like an artist working on their truest and most loved masterpiece, but the art is not me. The art I care about is this, a place where looks can be deceiving, the lifeless and misjudged piece of land I call my home.

Chloe Lauren x


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The Day We Parted Ways + 400 Followers

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Hey Guys,

Today I hit 400 followers, so I just wanted to say a quick thank you for that. You are all AMAZING, and to properly celebrate, I thought I would share with you the first short story I am writing for this blog. I hope you like it. After all, it is for you. Fingers crossed.


We were there. The two of us. Just sitting, letting life pass us by, remaining silent, but the world around us was just as loud as ever. Sound coming from every corner, flooding into my ears.

I just wanted to be with you, savour the precious little moments we had left. It wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?

A shadow of doubt crosses my mind, wondering if after today, after this last moment leaves us, if you would forget me. I reach out to touch you, but remember that I can’t, not anymore. It is too late to get back what we once had. Everything we once were was already gone, and there is no way to get it back.

Gone. Just like me.

I know what happened that day broke you, tore you apart. Even now, after all of this time. I wish I could feel your pain, but that’s the problem, I can’t feel anything anymore. All I can do is sit here and know you have to move on. It’s probably time.

I watch you intently as you get up, the tears falling down your face as you look down one last time. I could have sworn you looked right at me, but how could you, when I am no longer here. I am just a spirit of the girl I used to be.

As you walk away, I fade away into the night, this time, it’s for good!


Lonely Girl x


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