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Attention all! I have a new book coming! Amour Fati! This novel is in the same universe as my other Amour series. Howeve, it is a different character and in first person, instead of third. I took a different approach to this novel and I am very proud about it! Can’t wait for others to read it!
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The world outside is burning, but Addy doesn’t know why.

Trapped inside her uncle’s trailer with nothing but covered windows and the hum of silence, sixteen-year-old Addy waits. The air is thick with smoke, and the distant echoes of confusion never seem to fade. Her uncle’s secrets weigh heavily, and the only comfort she finds is in the company of a dog. But when the whispers grow louder and the danger creeps closer, Addy is forced to face a terrifying truth: the world she once knew is gone. And whatever waits for her on the other side of the door may be far worse than she ever imagined. In a fight for survival, Addy will have to decide how far she’s willing to go, because staying inside might not be an option for much longer.

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Reviews of some of the books I have read this year!

Agnes at the end of the world

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Slight spoilers ahead! I’ll start with positives.

This novel wasn’t quite what I expected. I went in thinking it was about a girl escaping a cult and fighting her way through an monstrous apocalypse. Which sounded super intriguing. But it wasn’t actually that… I did enjoy it overall. The writing style is absolutely captivating. It pulls you in and makes you want to keep listening (or reading) just to find out what happens next. The characters are well-developed and grow steadily throughout the story, which I really appreciated.

One of my favorite elements was the virus and the terrifying creatures it creates. They were creepy but also sounded kind of beautiful with their crimson crystal-like bodies. I was so ready for the characters to be chased by a human infected or even a horde of animals. But here’s the thing: the apocalypse and monsters are really just background noise. The story doesn’t actually dive into them really. There’s no being chased by infected creatures, no real horror or intensity from that side of things. I honestly thought this was going to be a survival story—dodging virus-infected monsters, fighting to stay alive, all that good apocalyptic chaos. But it’s not. The apocalypse is more of a vague setting than an active plot. And that’s disappointing.

Instead, this book is much more about one girl’s journey to understand her faith, deconstruct the toxic beliefs she was raised with, and ultimately find her own version of God again. Which is totally fine… if that’s what you’re looking for. But I feel as if it is not what the book presents itself as. It feels like it’s marketed as a horror/apocalypse story when it’s actually a deeply spiritual, introspective one. And yes I know the description does mention God and stuff but definitely doesn’t let you know  that’s the main focus.

This book contains a lot more religious content than I anticipated. It’s not marketed as a religious or Christian novel, but it definitely leans that way. I get that the main character is escaping a cult that twisted religion to control its followers, so naturally, religion is going to come up. But the amount surprised me. God is mentioned frequently. And when Agnes mentioned her prayer space I really thought “Oh wow! They got magic in this novel.”

But it wasn’t magic, it was just that she’s literally a profit of God. Honestly, I think the book should be labeled as Christian fiction. And there’s nothing wrong with that at all—it’s just not what I thought I was signing up for.

It can be frustrating when a book feels like it’s going to be one thing, then turns out to be something quite different. Again, there’s nothing wrong with religious stories, but I wish it had been advertised more clearly. As an atheist, I found some parts a little uncomfortable, not because they were offensive, but because I wasn’t mentally prepared for them. If I had known in advance, I think I could’ve appreciated those scenes more for what they were.

As for the characters, I actually ended up liking Beth more than Agnes. Beth could be a bit annoying at times, but her journey of deconstructing her beliefs felt more believable and compelling. She struck me as a powerful character with the most growth. I also like Cory and how he grew.  Agnes was also interesting, her struggle with identity and her “prayer space” journey added depth, but again, that’s where the heavy religious themes come in.

There were also a few plot threads I wish had been explored more. For example, Corey never got to talk to Agnes about the miracle that happened to him. When he saw her again at the church, I thought he would just throw his arms around her and thank her. But literally nothing happened between them, which was disappointing. And what happened to his dad? Is he just… off the hook? Also, I kind of wanted to see the cult’s prophet face actual consequences. I felt like him burning himself was an easy way out.

Overall, I’m a little torn. I binged this book like nobody’s business—it really did draw me in. I found the concept fascinating and the execution strong, but the religious overtones left me feeling conflicted. Not because they were “bad,” just unexpected. If it had been advertised as a Christian-apocalyptic novel, I think I would’ve gone in with different expectations and enjoyed it more fully.

So here’s my final verdict:
If you’re someone who believes in God and enjoys apocalyptic mysteries, you’ll probably love this. If you’re more sensitive to religious themes,  it might catch you off guard. And if you’re looking for a fast-paced, monster-chasing, survival thriller—you won’t find it here. But if you can frame the spiritual stuff as metaphor or “magic,” like I tried to do, it’s still a worthy read. It’s written incredibly well, and for that alone, I think it deserves a chance. At least one listen or read.

The Downstairs Girl

Rating: 4 out of 5.

A beautifully written novel that tugs at your emotions in every way. I listened to the audiobook, and Emily Zeller did a fantastic job narrating. She brought each character to life with distinct voices, and her tone was incredibly soothing, honestly, I binged it! I also own the paperback, and I recommend both formats.

Set in 1890, the story doesn’t shy away from the harsh realities of racism and sexism. It can be hard to hear at times, but it reflects the truth of that era. The hatred directed toward Jo and others made my blood boil, but Jo’s resilience is what truly stands out.

She’s emotional, determined, and fearless, even when she’s afraid, she never stops trying. Her strength in the face of cruelty and injustice is moving and inspiring. She keeps pushing forward, no matter how many walls are put in her way.

The story was hard to put down. I constantly wanted to hear more and was often shocked by what came next. The plot is full of twists and turns that feel natural and engaging, and every character is thoughtfully written.

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My only small critique is the ending: it felt a bit sudden. While most things were wrapped up, I still had questions. What happened between Jo and Nathan? Did she grow closer to Caroline? And her mother… I just wanted a little more there. Not a bad ending at all, just left me curious.

Overall, I highly recommend The Downstairs Girl. It’s beautifully written, filled with strong characters, and set in a rich, immersive world. It offers hope, heartbreak, and bittersweet joy, all wrapped in a powerful story of resilience.

ALL SYSTEMS RED

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

I’ll admit, it took me a little while to get into this book. The beginning felt a bit slow, maybe even a little dull—but once things picked up, I found myself genuinely intrigued and eager to figure out what was really going on. The story being told from the bot’s point of view was a clever twist that kept things fresh and unique.

I really appreciated the short, straight-to-the-point chapters. There’s not a lot of filler here—every page serves a purpose and adds something interesting to the narrative. It’s not a nonstop action ride, but there’s just enough suspense, mystery, and occasional bursts of action to keep things engaging.

I’ll be honest—I expected a bit more, mostly because my sister hyped it up so much. That said, it was still a solid read. If you’re into sci-fi, mystery, or futuristic AI stories, it’s definitely worth checking out at least once.

And with a show adaptation on the way, I’m actually pretty excited to see how it all translates to the screen. The ending also leaves the door wide open for more, which I always appreciate. If you’re looking for a quick, intriguing sci-fi adventure, this one’s a good pick.

Map to the unknown

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

I was diagnosed with a chronic illness last year, and it’s one of the most isolating experiences I’ve ever gone through. You fight so hard just to get doctors to take you seriously—to listen when you say something isn’t right, and when one finally does, you think maybe things will start to get better. But sometimes… they don’t. Sometimes, there is no fix. No cure. Just the reality that this is your life now.

That’s what led me to pick up this book, and I’m so glad I did. From the very beginning, it had me hooked, I couldn’t stop listening. I was invested, hoping for a happy ending, rooting for some kind of resolution. But what struck me most was how real it felt. Like my own story, there was no magical cure, no easy answer. It was honest. And painful. And validating.

One line near the end really hit me: the more we fight it, the worse it gets. That truth is hard to swallow, especially when you’re newly diagnosed and grieving the life you thought you’d have. But acceptance, that painful, unglamorous word… is the beginning of something better. Not perfect. Not easy. But better.

Living with a chronic illness is hard, and it’s okay to say that. But books like this help remind us that we’re not alone. That our stories matter, even the messy, unresolved ones. If you’re struggling or searching for understanding, this book is a powerful, emotional companion on that journey.

The Witch of Tin Mountain

Rating: 4 out of 5.

I really enjoyed Witch of Tin Mountain! While it wasn’t exactly what I expected going in, it turned out to be a pleasant surprise. I originally bought the book because—let’s be honest—the word “witch” caught my eye. I thought I was signing up for some classic horror vibes: a spooky witch haunting a town, terrifying the locals, the usual dark folklore stuff. But that’s not quite what this story is… and honestly, I’m glad it wasn’t.

Yes, there are witches, and there is magic, and some scenes definitely deliver on the terror, but the heart of this book lies in something much deeper. It’s really about two women, living in different timelines, each navigating their own personal struggles and discovering what it means to be strong in the face of pain, injustice, and isolation. It’s about identity, resilience, and the quiet power of embracing who you are, even when the world tells you not to.

There were a few slow moments, especially early on, but they never felt like filler. Instead, they gave me a chance to connect with the characters and appreciate the atmosphere the author was building. And once the story picked up, I was fully invested. I especially loved the dual timelines and how they intertwined, it added a layer of richness that made the plot even more compelling.

If you’re looking for a fast-paced, broomstick-flying, cauldron-bubbling kind of witch story, this might catch you off guard. But if you love a well-crafted, emotionally resonant tale with witches, history, a bit of mystery, and characters who find strength in their scars, this book is a must-read.

Highly recommend for anyone who enjoys layered storytelling, magic with meaning, and female-centered narratives that are more empowering than you’d expect. I’ll definitely be keeping an eye out for more from this author.

The Serpent & The Wings of Night

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

(Light spoilers ahead—nothing too wild, promise!)

I really enjoyed this novel. Vampires? Check. Magic? Check. A gritty, dangerous world filled with high-stakes trials and a touch of spice? Double check. The Serpent and the Wings of Night delivered a dark, apocalyptic vibe that had me hooked from the start. The world-building was immersive, brutal, and beautifully done. It’s not often you come across vampire stories that feel fresh, but this one had a unique spin I really appreciated, especially the winged vampires. Yes, winged. I was obsessed.

The trials and the adventure weren’t mind-blowingly unique, but they were still engaging enough to keep me flipping pages late into the night. There was a real sense of danger and unpredictability that kept me on edge, and I was constantly wondering what would happen next.

As for the main character, she had her flaws, and yeah, sometimes I found myself wanting to shake her a little, but she grew. She evolved in a way that felt real and earned, and by the end, I respected her journey. Give me a flawed heroine who learns and adapts any day over a perfect one who coasts through everything.

Now, I have to admit: I didn’t expect the spicy scenes that came later in the book. I thought I was getting more of a dark fantasy vibe, and then, bam! Some explicit content showed up like an uninvited but not entirely unwelcome guest. Not a complaint, just a heads-up for anyone going in blind like I did. The heat wasn’t overdone and fit well with the overall story arc.

There were definitely moments that felt a little unbelievable or dramatic, but by the end, everything tied together in a way that made sense. Sometimes fantasy needs a little extra drama—it’s part of the charm.

The book ends with lingering questions and just the right amount of cliffhanger to leave you wanting more (without feeling robbed). I got this book for Christmas, and it turned out to be an unexpected gift in more ways than one.

If you’re into dark fantasy, ruthless trials, morally gray characters, a touch of romance, and vampires with actual wings, you’re in for a treat. I’ll definitely be diving into the next one.

In The Waning Light

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

Spoilers ahead! You’ve been warned!

I’m a big fan of Loreth Anne White. I’ve read almost all her novels—except some of her early, steamier titles, and I truly think she’s an incredible storyteller. Her writing pulls you in with a grip that doesn’t let go, weaving emotional tension, mystery, and suspense so well that you have to keep turning the page. In the Waning Light is no exception, it’s engaging, fast-paced, and filled with some great twists that actually surprised me (which doesn’t happen often anymore!).

That said, while I did enjoy the story overall, there were a few elements that just didn’t sit right with me.

Let’s talk about Blake. Ugh. He was so overbearing. I get the whole “protective love interest” trope, but for me, it crossed into frustrating territory. He kept swooping in like some wannabe knight, trying to rescue the main character every time she turned around, and honestly, it felt more controlling than romantic. He came across like he still loved his ex more than he cared for his own son. That imbalance really rubbed me the wrong way, and I had a hard time rooting for him after that.

And can we please stop with the whole “first love is the greatest love” cliché? Life—and love—is so much more complex than that. It felt lazy and honestly kind of invalidating, especially in a book that explores trauma, loss, and rediscovery.

Also, I really struggled with the main character’s decisions toward the end. Walking almost directly into a trap? Come on. I know she was overwhelmed, but for someone so intelligent and resourceful, that moment felt out of character and frustrating. And then to top it all off, she gets back together with Blake. I just… no. If he had been honest about his brother from the start, lives could have been saved. Forgiving something like that? I don’t think I could.

But even with those issues, I can’t deny that the book was compelling. Loreth Anne White knows how to build a story that keeps you hooked. The mystery was layered, the setting atmospheric, and the emotional moments hit hard. I think a lot of readers will absolutely love the dynamics that didn’t work for me—and that’s the beauty of storytelling. We all connect with different things.

So yes, despite my personal gripes, I still think In the Waning Light is worth reading. It’s intense, emotional, and well-written—just be ready for a few characters that might drive you a little nuts along the way.

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Coushatta LaRue

Okay, I know that I neglect this blog. I should definitely be posting more! Especially if I want to get noticed! But I just wanted to do a little update.

First off I am still writing! Things are just a little bit more difficult with my chronic illness. Plus money is tight and I know everyone can understand that. I do have books that are finished, some are being edited, or beta read, or waiting for me to pay editors and such to get it done so I can publish it.

I do have a new Amour book that I want to publish this year! It is in the original Amour books, but it isn’t about Abby. It’s a different character and more of a young adult novel, and written in first person. I was trying to experiment with something different. I really like it and I really do hope others will. The picture in this post is actually going to be part of the book cover for it! I’m super excited about it and I really do hope I can publish it soon. It has all the things you want and horror novel!

I wish that it was easier to get into the sci-fi horror writing scene. But it is a difficult genre to get noticed with. But you know maybe someday, someone will pick up the book and think, “Oh wow let’s make this a movie!”

Haha I hope!

Honestly I don’t make any money writing. But I love writing and I love the thought of other people enjoying what I create. I do need help with marketing, so if anyone wants to help, all you have to do is like and share my posts. I hope to post more updates soon, or even more short stories. It’s just been a little struggle recently with everything going on. But I’m trying to do better!

Thanks for anyone who’s reading this and still believes in me!

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This story is writing from a dream I had.

Jessica’s perfectly manicured fingers spread across her white dress as she pulled it over her knees. Her eyes stayed on the setting sun above the pond, but her mind was miles away. Despite her advancements beyond human comprehension, she still felt useless. With all the gifts she possessed, none would help her achieve the one thing she desired most.

She had accepted her fate long ago, even if it broke her heart to admit the truth. But what else could she do? This world they once called a haven was now a prison, one they had created out of selfishness and greed. She swallowed hard, longing for a rest that would never come.

“What a beautiful sight this is,” a warm, deep voice said beside her. “More beautiful than when the sun meets the moon.”

Jessica shifted uncomfortably, but part of her craved his presence. He sat beside her, so close that their legs touched. Goosebumps traveled down her spine as a voice inside told her to turn to him and fall into his embrace. Another part of her flashed cruel memories and pain that would never be forgotten.

She clutched her dress as darkness began to crawl through the light of the sun, another atrocious creation of theirs. As the salty wind blew through her hair, she wondered what life would have been like if she had not run away from home so long ago.

“You need to help me free them,” she said quietly. “Help me get them back home.”

He chuckled as he leaned forward, arms on his knees, face turned to hers. She could see his enchanting ocean blue eyes without even looking his way. The porcelain skin on his sharp, chiseled face. Every part of him she loved and hated.

“You know I can’t do that,” he replied, his words sweet as sugar.

His hand lay on her thigh, and she trembled. Her eyes stayed fixed on the pond and the turtles lounging on a floating log. Did they know they were trapped there too?

“But you can,” she started. Her throat tight, her mind muddled with sadness. “Together, we can help them.”

His fingers danced on her thigh before squeezing gently. It took everything in her not to beg for more of his touch.

“Love, you know that’s impossible,” he told her, his voice soft and gentle. If she didn’t know him, she would never guess what a monster he truly was. “It’s the one thing I can’t give you.”

Her anger grew inside, and she wanted to scream. The thought of more people drowning in the endless abyss they created sickened her more than anything. Why couldn’t he just listen? Just help her and stop the madness around them?

“You can give this to me,” she snapped. She betrayed herself and looked at him. Her gut knotted, and she wanted to cry. She missed him so much but had to force herself to forget that she did. “We can do anything. Why won’t you help me save them?”

A mischievous smile played on his lush lips as he raised a hand and placed it on her cheek. His hands were soft and caressed her skin. It felt good to have the touch of another. It had been so long, and she wanted more of it.

“If you want me to save them, then give them to me.”

She sneered and pushed his hand away. Disgust washed over her, and she wanted to slap him. But he kept grinning, as if what he had asked was okay.

“I will not let you make them mindless wild men,” she snarled.

“It’s the only freedom they will get, Jessica. You know this, we both do. If you give them to me, they can become wild with ignorance. They won’t care where they came from or that they can’t get it back. Nothing that was important before will matter. I can give them that,” his words were as gentle as a breeze through a meadow. “That is the only way I can save them.”

She felt her cheeks burning, and again she wanted to cry. Why was it so hard to save anyone? They had been scientists, the world’s greatest. Why was this simple thing so difficult? It made her feel such rage and worthlessness.

“No, Elric. I won’t let them be trapped here. I can’t.”

His hand went back to her cheek, and a finger brushed her lips. She trembled as he spoke, “It wouldn’t be a prison. They wouldn’t even realize it. You know that if I could give you what you want, I would. But it’s just not that simple anymore. I know you haven’t accepted it, and I hope someday you do. Then maybe you wouldn’t fight me on this. It always ends the same.”

A tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes. How many times had she played this little game? Trying to be a hero? She was nothing close to a hero. Her heart ached as she thought of October 22nd. This was their fault, all of it. They were the wicked ones. She had accepted their fate but it was hard to admit it.

“Please, Elric, please just help this once,” she whispered.

His fingers fell from her cheek and touched her neck. When her dark eyes opened, he was close to her face now. She missed him so much and wanted to agree with him, to let him have his way and just stop fighting. But then she remembered the screaming, the crying, the innocent voices begging for help. She couldn’t stop the battle.

“Oh, my love. If only,” he leaned in, and she let him kiss her. It was passionate and full of longing.

She knew he could pull her into more, but instead, he moved away from her and then smiled. Standing, his gaze moved over the pond and the now starlit sky. He seemed pleased with himself. Then when he looked back at her, she had to avert her eyes.

He chuckled and said, “Besides, he is back. I couldn’t help even if I wanted to.”

Her heart dropped in her chest, and she snapped her attention back to him. But he was gone. There was nothing but emptiness in front of her. Her stomach twisted in knots, and she swore she was going to throw up. How had he come back? It was impossible. But Elric did not lie, and she knew that. When she looked back at the pond and saw it hidden in shadow, she felt nothing but despair and loss.

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Written by – Coushatta LaRue.

Image created by me with prompts in nightcafe.

ALERT BEFORE READING: THIS WRITING HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. JUST FREE WRITING WHEN INSPIRED.


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The stale air was tainted with the scent of decaying floors, while the peeling, dull yellow wallpaper resembled flesh pulled from bone. Wren hadn’t expected a five-star hotel, but she hoped it wouldn’t be as dilapidated as it appeared. As she stepped over broken glass and rotting wood, she knew deep down that she was in for nothing but desolate memories.

Navigating the dark hallways, she was surrounded by silence. She could feel the echoes of past lives in the abandoned rooms, their emotions lingering like ghosts—sorrow, jealousy, and blame. It reminded her of home, of an old blue house with a wraparound porch.

Pushing aside the memories, she ascended the creaking stairs, the weight of her katana on her back. Something told her she would need it today. On the third floor, a large hole blocked her path, revealing a room below, its furniture tossed about, its pictures broken.

Those who once lived here had left in a hurry, abandoning their possessions to live another day. Wren wrinkled her nose at the sour taste in the air and pressed on, her hair standing on end as she felt the thorns of the past clawing at her mind.

Reaching the fourth floor, she noticed another hole, this time in the roof, allowing the blazing sun to penetrate the gloom. Wren swallowed hard, reminding herself she was far from home. The discomfort of knowing the truth never faded, no matter how long she’d lived with it.

In room 103, she spotted a corpse in the kitchen, its clothes withered away. Part of her wanted to approach, to touch it, to understand the world it had lived in. How had things started well, only to end so cruelly? With a heavy sigh, she moved on.

As she walked, the voices in her mind grew louder—angry, scared, and violent. A vision of a little girl with blonde hair flashed before her eyes, filling her with sadness. Arriving at room 106, she found an apartment in turmoil, its past staining the walls.

Inside she could see four doors, two were open, and when was closed. Another had been smashed inward to reveal a laundry closet. She walked slowly down the hall, ignore the pictures of a happy family on a bar. And passed by the closed doors.

In the entertainment room, a pool table lay overturned, a once-red couch riddled with holes. Wren approached a small closet tucked behind a table, knowing it held the answers she sought.

Before she went to the closet, she spotted a box on the table and moved towards it. Inside she found children’s books and a small elephant toy. As she touched it, a memory seared into her mind—a blonde girl crying, clutching the toy tightly, while a voice whispered unspeakable words.

The air burned in Wren’s lungs as she moved past the pool table and towards the closet. She felt a presence nearby but ignored it. For now it was not a threat and she had more important things to deal with. When she push the table in front of the closet aside, she was almost scared to open it. With a sigh she turned the silver knob and faced the truth. Inside the closet, she found what she had expected—the lifeless body of the little girl, her yellow dress faded. A rope wrapped tightly around her tiny neck. Wren hesitated, then reached out, touching the girl’s tiny hand.

A burning sensation consumed her, as memories flooded in. She saw the little girl brushing her blonde hair in the kitchen, her excitement at turning the page of her book. Her mother walked around the living room chatting on a phone and barely noticing the little girl there. Then, the arrival of an older man, and the terror in the girl’s eyes. Wren felt her heart squeeze as she witnessed the tighten her fingers around her elephant.

The mother, with her long black hair and wrinkled face, looked at the older man and waved. The sickly smile that crept onto the man’s face told many stories of horror. Now in another room, a bedroom, the little girl sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the stars cut into the walls as if they were trying to escape.

Wren watched as the mother refused to take the little girl’s hand. The girl begged her to stay, pleading not to leave her alone with Grandpa. With all her might, the little girl confessed what her grandfather would do when her mother left. It was the look on the mother’s face that enraged Wren—the look of knowing betrayal, as if to say, “I already know what he does.” It made Wren want to throw up.

Then came the screams and curses. Blood oozed from a bite mark on the older man’s arm, and the little girl ran down the hallway crying. She tried to hide behind the pool table in the entertainment room, but Wren knew better than most, prey cannot hide from predators. Wren felt hands on her wrist, the end drawing near. Her head spun as she heard bones cracking—a rib shattered, a femur snapped, and finally, a throat strangled.

A rope was pulled tight around a neck, and a body swayed softly. Wren pulled away from the scene, fighting bile rising in her throat. As she took a deep breath, the world spun around her. The little girl’s death had been atrocious, and someone had to pay for it. Wren knew exactly who that someone was, for they had foolishly followed her here. The little girl would have her revenge, and Wren would ensure it.

Written by- Coushatta LaRue.

NOTE: STORY WRITTEN BY ME. IMAGE IS AI CREATED FROM PROMPTS WRITTEN BY ME. IN NIGHTCAFE.

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The streets were all the same with their stench of shit and piss. Despite the glitz and glamour of the towering buildings and sophisticated technology, Wren couldn’t help but sneer at the sight before her. There had been a time when she had been in awe of the new world, but once she removed her rose-tinted glasses, she saw the truth: this place was just as poisoned as the one she had left behind.

Amidst the bustling streets filled with beings who seemed oblivious to the existence of others, she often questioned why she even bothered. Was there truly a point to anything? Whenever she wielded her sword and delivered swift justice, nothing changed. Another devastating blow would inevitably fall upon some poor soul, and she would once again be forced to do her duty.

She couldn’t pinpoint when she had become so pessimistic, when her thoughts became clouded with constant negativity and doubt. She wasn’t sure if it was the dread that stained her soul or the heartache she had endured. Whatever the cause, she knew she was no longer the person she had once been. And it was these distasteful streets that reminded her of that fact.

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“Why is it that the pain slithers into my bones, embedding itself, clutching all that I have left? As I searched for shelter in all of the insanity. I realize there was never any hope. The secrets of those before us have been laid out in violence.

And now the one thing I always dreamed of sits in front of me in despair. The flames grew higher and only I could stare. The lesson has been learned… Dreams are simply a lie we tell ourselves to drown out the truth. That chaos will always win.”

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“It was only whispers that they dwelled beneath our feet. I was not one who wanted to find out. But those who walked the streets demanded to know the secrets of the deep. With shouts and fist in the air, they were finally heard.

When they descended into the deep, towards the parts of the city that the sun didn’t touch. The stench of rot burned their nostrils. Even then they refused to turn around, back to their shelters, back to their lives of ignorance. The time finally came when when what lingered in the dark crept towards them.

As their pale faces appeared in the shadows, the people from above realized their mistakes. For the hollow eyes that stared back had only one desire… To take what they didn’t have…”

Written by – Coushatta LaRue .

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I found her with scarlet painted lips and a tight golden dress. The silk fabric wrapped around her body just as the stars clung to the night sky. When she spoke, her words were as beautiful as a sunset after a sullen day. It took everything in me not to fall for her trap… To escape the web she weaved.

One by one I watched as many found themselves chain to her poisonous promises. But I waited and waited … Because I knew the truth. That beneath all the beauty and the glamor… Her reality ran deep. It had buried itself in her bones long ago. Though she may hold many smirks, I know that her secret cannot stay silent forever…

For the beauty will fade and the truth will arise. The wickness will bleed through and the flesh will be devoured. And finally… They will see… That beneath the beauty… the soul rots.

BY – Coushatta LaRue

NOTE: WRITTEN BY ME BUT IMAGE CREATED WITH A PROMPT I WROTE IN NIGHTCAFE.

ALERT BEFORE READING: THIS WRITING HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. JUST FREE WRITING WHEN INSPIRED.
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When I thought of love, my heart would flutter with joy. Being held dearly by someone who would cherish me… Oh how it soothed my soul. All in the rotting city hoped for the day of their joining, the day they would forever intertwine with another.

Oh, how happy I was as they placed the flowers on me. My face painted with the brightest colors. Happiness vibrated through me and my cheeks hurt from the excitement.

Then I saw him… The one I’d be bonded with. What a fool I was… To believe I would escape this ruined world… For in front of me stood the one thing I feared the most. The darkness smiled and when it took my hand, I felt my life go bleak. My flowers would wilt and turn to ash… My heart to stone and my soul would forget that love ever existed.

Written by – Coushatta LaRue

Note: Words written by me. Image created by a prompt I wrote in nightcafe.