Long Time, No Short Story

Hey everyone,

It seems that I have not posted a story on here for almost two months now, and for that I deeply apologise.

My summer has been hectic with travelling, exploring, working and trying to figure out my life and what to do with it.

Ya know, all the cliché things that come along with being a late teenager.

I hope some of you are still here! If you are, thank you.

Posts will resume this September (I promise). 

Until then, enjoy the rest of August.

Tala from twtellstales


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I needed her like I needed gas in my lungs.

I needed her like I needed gas in my lungs.

I saw her at that party and I knew all about her.

The way she jumps around from boy to boy, breaking hearts with her big eyes and long brown hair.

She looked at me and I looked at her.

She was smiling.

At me.

I smiled back. Let her think I’m falling for her, I thought.

She stood up from the couch in the corner of the room and made her way over to me.

“Hi,” She whispered in my ear. “I haven’t seen you before. What a shame.”

I moved away. “I’m new here. From LA.”

She seemed shocked by my wanting to distance myself from her, so she moved closer to me.

“Want to go somewhere where we talk… alone?” She looked at me and smiled, her eyes shining with power.

I smiled back. “Sure. I need you.” I replied to her.

Her eyes widened but her sleazy smile stayed.

“Oh really?” She inquired, her arm slithering around my back.

“Oh yeah.” I whispered in her ear.

“I need you like I need gas in my lungs.”


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He kissed her like her lips were air and he couldn’t breathe.

He kissed her like her lips were air and he couldn’t breathe.

He knew that this was it, and that everything was going to be okay.

Until she broke the kiss, and her eyes welled up with tears.

I’m sorry, was all she said.

And she left.

So he left.

No longer with oxygen in his lungs, until he would find another pair of lips to kiss.



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Read this the way it should be read, then backwards.

Inspired by 300 stories post a long time ago, he created a story that could be read both ways. Here is my attempt. Hope you enjoy.

Ice clinking.

Teary eyes.

Loud voices;

Clear cool liquid.

Vodka wins.

Every time.

Every night. 


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A little break.

Hi all,

Just a small and quick post to all let you all on know that I’m going to be on a break until the 15th June, as I’m currently preparing for my final exams. 

Thank you, and I hope you stick with me until then! 

Tala from twtellstales 

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I indulged in his sadness

I indulged in his sadness. 

His salty tears and his red eyes – I couldn’t get enough of it. 

His face replicated mine ten years ago, when he was indulging in my sadness. 

Now it was my turn.

“Why are you doing this to me, Violet?” he looked up at me, a dripping bloodied nose and a bleeding mouth.

“Because,” I replied calmly. “All you ever did to me was hurt me with your words. So I’m hurting you with my fists.”

I kicked him in his stomach and he groaned and rolled onto the rocky ground.

“Violet, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what I did to you, okay? I was stupid and I-“

“No you weren’t. You knew what you were doing.” I bent down and looked him in the eyes.

“You indulged in my sadness.” I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in his face, making him cough.

“I- what?! Violet, you are insane! I never was happy to see you sa-” 

I kicked his stomach again.

“You indulged in my sadness. Now let me indulge in yours.”

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Snip, Snip.

“Put the scissors down. Now.”

I threw the scissors into the sink.

“I hate you.” I whispered into the mirror, staring at my older sister in the glass.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed the scissors from the sink and hid them behind her back.

“I wasn’t doing anything, but I was about to. Until you stopped me.” I started walking out of the bathroom until she grabbed my arm and spun me round.

“Don’t you ever, ever, think about cutting your hair again. Okay?” Her blue eyes stared into mine, full of threat, yet also sadness.

“Is that a threat, Jane?” I said smiling.

Jane swallowed.

“Yes. Yes it is, Rita.”

I pulled my arm out of her grasp and walked out of the bathroom and into my room. I slammed the door, and it took everything in me to try and not punch it. I grabbed my teddy bear on my bed and threw it at the door.

I hate this. I hate this.

One problem I’ve noticed over the years when you realise that you don’t feel comfortable being a girl is that when your family realises, they tend to think you’re going through a “phase”.

Hm, I’m sure you’ve heard that one before, right?

A “phase”. My mother would say: “Oh Rita, it’s your hormones running wild. Don’t be so silly. You’re a girl. It’s just a phase.”

But then I started buying men’s clothes and I went to the gym almost everyday. I started getting mistaken for being a male at department stores, as I’d tie my hair up instead of having it all loose and… girly.

My family started to worry as people at school started avoiding me, even my friends. So, now I’m homeschooled.




Depressing right?

Then, I remembered that I had hidden the kitchen scissors under my nightstand. I lay down on the dusty grey bedroom carpet and stuck my hand underneath the table, until I felt the sharp metal.

Found it.

I grabbed them and stood up, walking towards the mirror next to my window.

I placed a chunk of hair in between the sharp blades.

Snip, snip.

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