Kaitlyn McGary

I love writing, anything horror, supernatural, or romantic. That’s all for now! Bye!

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Kaitlyn McGary

I love writing, anything horror, supernatural, or romantic. That’s all for now! Bye!

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His Daughter

Kaitlyn McGary

2 min read

Robbin slowly walked into the room of the new Titian. He walked over to her and sat on her bed, as he looked at her.

“You called me in here with your communicator?” He asked, placing his hand on hers. Looking up at him, her eyes had been blood shot. She couldn’t keep it in anymore. “What up, Addy?” He asked. Addison looked down, not wanting to say a thing. Hesitating, the green haired girl spoke...

The Life Of A Bear

Kaitlyn McGary

1 min read

I’ve been passed down, over many generations. But I have a different life with ever person who loves me. When I was in position of miss Emma, we traveled a thing she called the Oregon Trail and I watched her defeat a terrible sickness. She got older, keeping me with her in every step. She even had me on her wedding day, a reminder of her mother. When she had her first daughter in 1855, I was given...

The Start To The End Of The World

Kaitlyn McGary

1 min read

I had finally done it! I had finally created my first cure… however the side effects, those were something one would never want. The cure was for all sickness. Now I don’t test on animals. Never will I ever harm an animal. Not unless they are on death row. I had gotten permission by a prison in Vermont, to test on the ones who murdered and ‘harmed’ children. My first test only paralyzed the men, n...

Not Able To Work With

Kaitlyn McGary

1 min read

Leaving room for errors always seems wise, until there are mistakes sleeping on every sofa in your house.

Like a flower, wilting on a grave.

Your worst enemy taken...

Not Able To Work With

Kaitlyn McGary

1 min read

Leaving room for errors always seems wise, until there are mistakes sleeping on every sofa in your house.

Like a flower, wilting on a grave.

Your worst enemy taken...

The Child In The Attic

Kaitlyn McGary

1 min read

When my sister was born, momma never let me see her. Said she was the devil. Momma took care of her until she was able to bathe and take care of herself. When she was seven, momma locked her away. I could hear her pleadin from the attic all night and day.

“It’s too hot, momma,” she cried durrin the summer. To cold during the winter. All she had was a cot and a blanket. Momma only fed her durin di...