Mia Lyttle Twysted
Nov 18, 20233 min read
Vat of Acid
If you're looking for quick and heated revenge, a walk-by might be your thing. A surprise splash of acid to the face immediately melts the
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Mia Lyttle Twysted isFunctionally Dysfunctional
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I Am a Writer
I was so tormented; I just wanted to be a good person. What kind of person thinks those things about people, let alone people they love?
Short fiction: Victim to Victor: One Woman's Triumph over Heartbeat and Betrayal
Without another word, Tiffany pulled out her earrings, handed them to Marge, and stuck Bill square in the face. Bill stumbled back onto the
Weighing the Price of Murder
Murder is not an option, so fantasy will have to do.
Fiction pieces
Her Scar
Tracing the scar around her left eye, Maggie sighed. It had been almost two years, and she still had not grown used to seeing it. She...
Short fiction: Victim to Victor: One Woman's Triumph over Heartbeat and Betrayal
Without another word, Tiffany pulled out her earrings, handed them to Marge, and stuck Bill square in the face. Bill stumbled back onto the
Anniversary Nightmare
"I don't like being forced to do things," they could hear their father's voice as they passed.
"If you would have taken care of it in the t
Horror/Thriller - Engagement Ring
Possessed by a strength she had never had, Megan squeezed her fingers tighter around Rick's neck. Rolling from the bed to the floor in an at
Reoccuring Flight
"Quick, act natural. You're flying the plan." Barry flicked off the autopilot, putting the aircraft in his co-pilot's hands. "Wait!...
Ancient Tribe
Lifting his head, John coughed; out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tyler and Matt, both men leaning forward, absent of vigor.
Contest Winner: Halloween Ebbs and Woes
The home on the corner of Ebb Street and Woe Street gave the children chills. They avoided the house, whether daylight or dusk, but most...
Poetry
A Love Note
Oh, Death oh Death
I long for you
That we may again have
Our party for two
"Ocean of Change": Inspiring Poetry on Strength and Transformation
I prayed for death to come for me
But a stranger it turned out to be
It seemed death had also abandoned me
I splashed water on my face
As I
Exploring the Depths of Emotion: Am I Tired? A Poetry Analysis
Am I tired of hanging on?
Am I tired of giving it my all?
Am I tired of the circus, circles, the merry-go-round?
Abuse be Gone
Voice once silenced
Voice now screams
Screams to the loss
Screams to the knowledge
Dark Poetry - Devil's Delight
Struggle, Thrashing, Damned shrill screams of Hell. In the cemetery, they beg for peace
Savage, they spend their eternity
Monsters in the Moonlight
Spoken no sooner than my world fell apart
Apart as I learned my place in your batting order
Personal Stories
I Am a Writer
I was so tormented; I just wanted to be a good person. What kind of person thinks those things about people, let alone people they love?
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