Ebby Jo

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Little Green Boots

Ebby Jo

1 min read

Mud slapped against the girls little green boots as she hopped down the driveway, Auburn locks dancing in wind with each leap. Cheeks tinted rose, she tipped up her nose to the brisk air taking in the scent of soft light rain and cold branches. This was the smell of home, the smell of simplicity. It brought her back to where only knee scrapes and broken crayons were the worry of the day.

Droplets ...

The Watercolor Night

Ebby Jo

1 min read

Watercolor danced in the night sky.

Shades of blue, green, purple and red waltzing between the stars.

It was beautiful, but her eyes were brighter than any constellation in the sky. Wonder and joy swirled around in them, a magnificent shade of navy and emerald with gold flecks scattered like stars. It was the kind of picture that overtook my every thought.

Instead of looking at the moon, I just...

Poetry

Romance

Maggie Maneater

Ebby Jo

1 min read

When I was young, people always told me I would be a heartbreaker. I don’t think this is what they meant though.

My head burned, and my eyes watered. Wiping away sweat, I look down at my hands. They’re covered in a sticky deep crimson goo. Blood dripped to the dirt, and clots formed making the process slower.

Beside the puddle was the boy, with a rusty knife beside him.

I glanced at his face.

Th...

The Clock Turns Red

Ebby Jo

1 min read

Tick Tock

The clock chimes as the hand reaches 10:00

The seat is the same pale yellow as the nights before, and the walls were the same dusty egg shell color. The hardwood floor was a dark smooth brown and the room was dimly lit, leaving an eerie feeling in my stomach.

Something felt very wrong.

Tick Tock

My eyes dart around as the hand reaches towards 10:30. There are no doo...

The Love From Above

Ebby Jo

1 min read

Everyday seems the same while the sky stays either blue or gray,

I go to work, and get back home

To an empty room that’s grey as stone,

I read a book then head to bed,

Then wake up feeling heavy as led.

I had no one, no friend or foe,

I had no one to call a home

Until I opened a book, with a leather front with teary eyes I take a look,

I read it’s words and felt the love

Of a glorious God who st...

Under The Bed

Ebby Jo

1 min read

My eyes blink open as the moonlight drapes over my face. I glance to my clock, it’s 3:13 a.m. It’s happening again.

In expectation, I look up and see it. A short scrawny figure looming in the corner of the room. It’s body is pale, and looks emaciated. Sunken black orbs stare back as it lifts its lanky arms up and points in my direction. A moment of silent passes.

Then the creatures jaw dislocates...

A Sorrowful Ever After (TW: Suicide)

Ebby Jo

1 min read

It was the middle of October when she decided she would go through with it.

She wrote her goodbyes and left them on the coffee table for her mother to find, and left enough food for the cat to make it until then.

Outside, The sky was dark and the air grew bitter, and she didn’t know where she was going, all she knew at the time was that it had to be “away”.

It was the Midd...

Don’t Go

Ebby Jo

1 min read

“Don’t go to the lake!”, mother called.

“I won’t!”. I run up to mom and give her a kiss on the cheek, knowing I’m going to disobey her wishes. I put on my coat and walk out the door.

The air was beginning to grow crisp, and leaves fell softly from the trees. The trail was overgrown and curved through the woods until it finally arrived at the lake. The water runs quietly, and the dock looked...

Dancing Bones

Ebby Jo

1 min read

Earthquakes no longer feel so foreign to my body,

The destruction and chaos in my head,

The shaking in my bones,

The thoughts that keep me out of bed and the paranoia that turns me to stone,

The screaming in my brain so loud that it crumples me to the ground,

But the chaos will never change,

Nor the shaking in my bones,

Or the thoughts who keep me out of bed or paranoia that turns m...

Horror

Poetry

An Apocalyptic Ending

Ebby Jo

1 min read

A thick fog covers the crumbling atmosphere, making it harder to see the path, and even more dangerous to walk it.

It’s been a few months since our world has fallen into an apocalypse. It was just a normal day when it all began. The sun shined and the world turned as usual, the only thing unusual was the epidemic that went on in other countries. It was a virus of some type, a virus that made ...