THORNY HORROR

Have you ever read a horror story that's been trapped in you like a thorn in your side? I sure have. I'm a person who loves horror in all it's forms. I'm hoping to create horror stories that will stick with my readers. Or at least stick with myself as a writer. I hope you enjoy these short tales of horror. -THORN 🥀 Note: I also write poetry now :) (I write this more often now so yeah...

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~Mirror~

I looked into the mirror And saw a stranger Looking back

I stared for hours And hours Until my eyes began to ache

I try to fix my self And fix And fix But never seem happy

“Too much” here “Too little” there Never perfect

I step in the bathroom Which feels like it’s shrinking already And look into the mirror again But I see

A boy

Finally

Free at last

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~🫀I FEED🫀~

I feed On your blood and your tears

Your hopes Your dreams And all that you fear

Your creations Past Present Future

Until you are nothing But a shell Of a thing That once was

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~BLOOD, BONES, AND THE FACT YOU LOVE ME~

I want you to hold me Until my bones break In your arms

I want you to press your lips On mine Until blood drops Onto our shoes

To hold down my wings Like a beetle Pinned up for only Your eyes

It is strange How we fit together near perfectly

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~🎀A Ribbon Shredded🎀~

Watery eyes Trembling legs Looking out at a vast wasteland That is my future

I follow a ribbon That is All Too Short

I can no longer Tell the Hours From days… And days From years…

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~And the Trumpets ring out among us~

Blood Dripping Down my face

One of the only signs Left That I’m human

They’ll still try And take that away

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~To Be Seen~

I want to sit under a harsh, bright light And be looked at Like a beetle under a microscope

Wings Pinned down For you

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note: sry I haven’t posted in a long time. I’ve been writing more poems recently, given I have gained a partner (yippee)

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"THE DOLLS ARE ON FIRE" Warinings: Burning alive, suicide mentions, kidnapping, cutting out of body parts implications (This one gets a bit gruesome so I thought I should add these. So, if these things scare you too much, please skip! Have a good day!- THORN) "In other news, local idol group, The Dolls, have been going missing and some have been found to have committed su!cide. The only member confirmed to be alive is the groups leader: Kari Diora" The TV buzzes with the sound of the newscaster. It's the only light in the otherwise nearly pitch-black home. Kari Diora stares at the screen. "If you see these people, please report it to the police. The girls that have been confirmed to have-" The screen makes a 'BEEP' before shutting off. Kari sighs and slumps on the couch. She didn't want to hear her own name right now, much less know what the current state of her friends. She lays on the couch, her dark brown hair spreads across the pillow as she rubs her head in frustration with the current state of her life. She stares at the ceiling for what seems like hours before falling asleep. She wakes up and groans before getting up. She grabs some cereal and puts on some random show. She looks like a mess compared to her normal appearance. Her hair is tied up so it doesn't get too knotted and she's wearing some casual clothing. She lays around all day. It's nice. No screaming manager to deal with. She falls asleep, peaceful... She wakes up, not in her home, but in a dark place, seemingly an abandoned building. She looks around and sees her fellow group members are all tied together by their hands and necks, forming a circle. Some are dead, others are just knocked out. Kari has just enough room to breathe and move around a bit, but it's obvious she's one of the lucky ones in that regard. Kari tries to scream...but she can't. She tries over...and over...and over...and nothing. Nothing. Just air. It's like...like something has been removed from her...like her vocal chords have been cut out or something...After a while of Kari's silent screaming, two masked people come into the room and douse the girls in some sort of fluid. Kari looks at them in pure horror as they throw a match onto one of the dead girls corpses. She tries to move away but can't. She tries to scream, but she can't... She has no sound...but she must scream... She has no air...but she must scream... She has nothing...but she must scream.... The tears on her face quickly turn to steam as they come into contact with the fire that's slowly enveloping her body. She cries and cries but nothing happens. She looks up at the sky and silently prays. Her hands are clasped together behind her back, begging for god to help her...but no one does. She sits there, engulfed in a raging fire, as she begins to accept her fate. She thinks about her life. She cries and thinks about everything she's accomplished...She gets one final gasp of air before succumbing to the flames engulfing her now frail body. The last thing she sees is the wall in front of her ablaze with the same flames as her as the building begins to crumbles around them. {END} Hope you enjoyed this! - THORN

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"HER SKIN IS PEELING OFF"

Cassie looks up at her recently-deceased mother's 'workspace'. Cassie's mother, Loraine, was a reclusive painter. Her works are scattered around the otherwise barren room. Cassie is now left with all these paintings. One painting catches her eye. A painting of the face of a beautiful young woman. It's the last painting her mother worked on. She feels an immediate connection to the painting. She decided to take it home and hang it in her apartment.

The next day, she had her boyfriend, Jamie, over. Once he saw the painting an his face shifted to an expression of pure horror. Cassie looks back at him, confused. "Hey, babe? What's wrong?"

"Th-That painting..."

"what?" Cassie looked back at the painting. It was the same beautiful face...she decides to brush it off. Just finding Jamie's behavior weird and nothing more.

Over the next few weeks, Cassie had a number of friends come over. Each looked at the painting differently. Some with amazement, others with horror and disgust. A week later, she was hanging with Jamie and asked him about what he thought the painting was. He's hesitant but eventually gives in.

"I...It...It looks like a face...with the skin peeling off..."

Jamie draws a small sketch of what he saw. Cassie looks horrified. She looked back at the painting...the same beautiful face... She stares at the painting for a few minutes before looking back at Jamie.

"I..."

She sighs.

Over the next few weeks, Cassie spends her time staring at the painting. She stares at it for hours on end. Eventually she decides to put it in her closet, not wanting to look at it anymore.

It shows up in the same spot the next morning.

She threw it in the trash chute. It came back to the same spot again.

She threw it in the ocean. It was on her doorstep the next morning.

She tried burning it. It wouldn't burn.

No matter what, it always came back. Always. Seeing the painting back again she makes a audible "ugh". Cassie stares at it for a moment before grabbing a knife. She stabs it over and over, slashing it into bits. She stares down at it with a crazed expression before laughing and going to bed. She stares at the ceiling and with a smile says "I'm going crazy..."

She gets up the next day. She walks into the kitchen and sees the painting again, but now it's different...it's the same face...but with it's skin peeling off. There's a small neon-yellow sticky note. Cassie instantly grabs it. Her face twists to one of horror as she reads the note.

"I made this for you. I thought you could see the beauty in it. Now you'll only see the horror's within. I'm disappointed in you, Cass. -Loraine ♡"

She drops the note and screams in pain as her face begins ripping apart, making her once beautiful face look like the woman's face in the painting. She stumbles to the bathroom mirror, looking in it in terror. She still alive but in unimaginable pain...Her skin is peeling off...