HeyJaredSerena
Hey! I'll release short stories once a weekish, mostly in the thriller genre, but sometimes I'll think outside of the blood-stained box. Happy reading!❤📖
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- Sep 22, 2026
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Junior (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedGlass shattering Skull shattering Blood pooling I am not innocent in this You will call me the offender The suspect The monster They are all true But you don’t know the rest Call me vicious Call me insane But I am not the first I am junior I am secondary My blood pooling on the floor My skull cracking against a table The monster was not me It was him Years later It is me I am junior I am monster You are sad You are mad I am
Get Out. (opens the original)
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I am here. I am here in your walls, I am here under your bed, I am here outside your window. My fingers are the ones that tug at your hair when you sit on the couch. My voice is the one that whispers your name in a dark room. My feet are the ones you hear running up the stairs behind you at night. It is not the rain or a tree or a bird that taps on your window at night; it is me. There was indeed a shadow outside the front door - I like to sit on the porch at night. Be careful to keep your extre
There’s a Monster Under the Bed (opens the original)
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My toddler shrieks as he stumbles down the hallway, barging through my door. His tiny hands tug on white bed sheets as he hauls himself into my bed. Half asleep, I roll over, blinking the blur of sleep out of my eyes. “What is it bud, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?” I whisper, reaching for my son in the dark. “Mommy there’s a monster under my bed,” he whimpers, and I can hear the tears brimming.I sigh, a deep exhale that pushes out the exhaustion from my previous shift at the morgue. “
Bodies Upon Bodies (opens the original)
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The scenery gets quiet before someone is about to jump. The birds hush. The water stops rushing - in fact it barely flows at all. The leaves on the greenery don’t whisper with the wind; they’ve paused their conversation for this. For a moment, it is just you. You and a canyon and open space and dust in the air. You step closer to the edge, bare toes curling as they tip forwards. The clouds have stopped moving, the sun shines strong, and you take another step. Your heels stay grounded, the balls
Dummy (opens the original)
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There is a girl in the woods behind my house. Sometimes, on quiet nights, you can hear her chains rattling as she sits and stands and sits again. My father loosens the chains a bit at night, giving her space to sit and, maybe, if she’s willing to bear the pain, lay down. She is bloody and bruised and broken; sometimes, she dangles from the tree by her wrists. I like her best that way. Her body will sway in the wind. Her skin will grow blue and purple with the cold. Her cuts will reopen and her h
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