Fiona Myers
Stories (4/0)
It all built up
In the dimly lit room, I had been confined to the sofa all day, drowning in the eerie glow of the television. The flickering screen cast strange shadows that seemed to dance with the corners of my mind. The cough had become relentless, a maddening itch in the back of my throat that refused to be soothed. It felt as if a malevolent force had taken residence within me, a tiny creature with malicious intent, each of its movements triggering a violent cough that echoed through the room.
By Fiona Myers7 months ago in Horror
Round and Round We Go
Waking up. You feel so hot, You feel the sweat in your hair. You roll out of bed; ignoring the the bile rising in your throat. You walk groggily to the shower switch and push it on. You hear the click and see the bright orange light appear. You pull open the bathroom door. You walk in turn the dial on the shower to the hottest. You strip down to your bare skin not looking at your body. The cold air hits you. Your nipples erect, you shiver and run into the shower.
By Fiona Myers5 years ago in Humans
Room for Lost Souls
We all sit there in silence. Not awkward silence; we all know each other, it's a silent understanding. We sit in this room because the noise outside is too loud. It hurts our heads; our souls to surround ourselves with people who do not understand.
By Fiona Myers5 years ago in Poets