Content Warning:  This story contains restricted (R) content, including violence, nudity, physical abuse, trauma, and murder. This story is written for an adult audience.  Stars glittered across the midnight canvas sky peaking through the treetops. Each individual diamond reflected in the deep blue eyes of Sarah Hawkins, sprawled naked on top of a cheap quilt. It was bought at an Amish marketplace, intricately crafted and ...

There are days I ponder within my heart why I am on Earth among God’s creation. What does He want me to see? Why am I living a life of abundance while the lost are roaming the cobbled streets, waiting for a kind Samaritan to save them? My sisters suffer in agony, leaving a trail ...

Content Warning- Domestic Violence It took me 10 years to fully get over you. Every blood-curdling scream from my throat over 3 years was a testament to the manipulation that you had subdued me to. It was 3 years of walking on eggshells and uneasiness and a semi-permanent lump in my throat and knot in ...

the cold eyes of envy placed upon thee to shiver in the veins and arrest thy heart, thy steps in thine place strips of the pale moonlight outline shadows on thine face edges of your beauty cut like mountains great and looming to scrape that endless sky our gods, our husks, these things we hold ...

darlings, remember, the dark shapes hiding in the night friendly enemies fornicating your good nature they peek out from under your bed, creep beneath your pillow, stalk the lonely roads of your dreams and breathe new life as figures that haunt your waking world his breath may linger hot on your skin burnt like a ...

Parental alienation is where one parent keeps a child/children from the other parent. It is usually a game of control and has everything to do with hurting the non-custodial parent and the child/children. Parental alienation is a type of abuse used to disconnect the child/children from the “other” parent. It is extremely harmful to a ...

I’m not crazy. I have to remind myself of that every so often because there were so many times growing up that I thought I was. When I think back on my childhood and what I’ve experienced? I’m sometimes surprised I’m not crazy. Now granted, I’m not exactly normal either. I grew up hearing voices ...