Bailey Schooley
Bio
I am a stay at home mom to some beautiful children. I am here to share the short stories I use to write in my notebooks. I want them to be seen and shared. Some of my stories are dark and depressing but I promise I am fine. I just write.
Stories (6/0)
My Worst Date
Alcohol, vomit, and urine: mix it thoroughly to make my worst date. I had never dated; I finished high school in a relationship; we were together five years after that. So I have zero experience dating in the real world. My best friend Shelby knew this and assumed she could help me. Work had introduced an abundance of men and she elected to play matchmaker.
By Bailey Schooley6 years ago in Humans
December 12, 2012
December 12, 2012 is the date I will never forget for as long as I live. It has been six years since the day and I still have nightmares. Alex and me had dated for six years; we were high school sweethearts. Two lovely daughters together and a lifetime of maturity. At eighteen, we had our first daughter; our aunt could not have children. Our way of life, at that point, was not secure enough for a baby; we chose adoption for her. Three years later our little girl, Emi, entered our world. She became our everything.
By Bailey Schooley6 years ago in Humans
Three Days Ago
What was I doing three days ago? Bailey sat at her desk pondering. She cannot even recall what she ate for breakfast; how was she expected to remember what she had been doing three nights ago? She had been sitting in the same spot for an hour, reading and going over the letter that rested in front of her. She peered over at the alarm clock on the stand. 10:02 am Michael would be calling her, he regularly called her in the morning. He insisted it was because his day could not commence till he heard her voice but she learned he was checking in on her. Bailey needed to find her cellphone. It was not plugged in next to her bed like it typically was.
By Bailey Schooley6 years ago in Psyche
The Doctor Is In
Dr. Robert Alaric was a professional plastic surgeon. He helped people perfect the flaws they saw in themselves. It was something that he secretly enjoyed not for the happiness after the surgery, but the misery before. He enjoyed them coming to him depressed and self loathing. He often enhanced that by telling them they were right the body parts they hated were hideous. The truth was the doctor was a twisted person, but they were too caught up in their own hate that they did not catch on to it.
By Bailey Schooley6 years ago in Horror
