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A Princess Nightmare, Taking her down. [Story]

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PART 1, A Princess Nightmare, Taking her Down.

His pale hand wrapped tight around her arm as he lead her down the cold stone stairs, gripping her side as she stumbled. Blindfolded and hands bound together, she struggled against his firm grip. Her body shaking, muffled cries echoed eerily around the high ceiling underground layer. The white cloth in her mouth reddening as blood seeped from her dry, cracked lips. Hey chest heaving deeply with each breath

“Down here my dear, you’ll live life like a princess.” He said, his British accent very noticeable to her Texas born ears.


Gurgling, tears streaming, and eyes rolling. They reached the bottom of the staircase. Her bare feet on cold tiled flooring and shaking violently against the freezing air, she steadied her breath.


“I am going to untie your arms, follow my instructions.” He whispered into her ear, his hot breath repulsive to her.


She nodded fast, her shoulders flopping in relief. Flicking his wrist a pocket knife snaps into action and he…

Oh for the love of music [Poem]

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Each note you see, Each sound you hear, It came from the heart, Tainted with a tear.
Deep down from within, A beast or a bird, Finally, I give in, I want to be heard.
As dark and as lonely, As lost or filled with love, This my one, my only, My way to shine and rise above.

Close your eyes, It won’t take long,  Hear my cries, This is my song.
Music, Oh how we love music, the lyrical love, the musical peace. The sound that can melt and excite a heart. That can tell emotions that we can't speak ourselves.
Ooooooh, ooooh I miss my lovely family, I miss my lovely wife, I miss my lovely children, and miss my lovely life.

Oooooooh, Oooooh, When will I get back again, And sleep in my own bed, When will I have dinner, And sit on a soft seat.

Ooooooh, ooooh I miss my lovely family, I miss my lovely wife, I miss my lovely children, and miss my lovely life.



N.A.PREEDY

The UnSpoken Conversation [Story]

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He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed. I can’t make it out, I could never make it out. One day he’s full of emotion, the next emotionless. Usually I read people, as if they were a book, but now, with him, I can’t tell. I can’t tell what or where I stand.
My arms drop to my sides in defeat, his bright eyes, glowing in the setting sun. “What am I to you?” I ask, my voice almost as quiet as the gentle cool breeze. “You already know,” he replied, not looking up. Again, I felt nothing more or nothing less than usual. Again, my heart fluttered in a mad panic, already, as if I lost him. A crowded mind, am I too needy? Do I just want more affection. I do not answer myself, but I do know, I want him open, open to release his feelings. ***


She was staring at me again today, Again she looked confused. Her hair looked beautiful, shimmering in the setting sun, but I didn’t tell her.
“What am I to you?” She asked me, her angelic voice, like music to my ears.

“You already know.” I replied, not wanting to …

Over The Bridge [Story]

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The dark, cold river reminded me of a deep black abyss, flowing rough and fast as I stood watching it from the broken down wooden bridge. I have stood here many times before but never have I felt the dread I felt that night. My heart thumped hard enough I could hear it, but it was not the only thing I could hear. The voice whispering to me,

"You must do it." It laughed.

My hands shook as I puffed on my cigarette, my hair brushing my face in the gentle wind. It was a warm night but still a shiver ran down my spine, I looked down, deep into the water. A dancing silhouette under the dingy water called to me.
"Join me." It sung, it's voice welcoming and warm.
The empty bottle of pills on the floor beside me was blurring a little. The starry sky above lit the landscape I was looking onto beautifully. Sadness filling my stomach along with a severe burning sensation I assumed was the tablets I had just swallowed. I closed my eyes leaning over the metal railings of the br…

Who in the world am I? [Intro]

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It's a simple question, with an infinite amount of answers. So lets start with the basics;

I'm Nicole A Preedy, I write, I read, I kick ass.

I write a whole load of crazy crap, but I do have my fair share of stories to tell, as a fiction writer my ideas are always coming, and never leaving. As well, of course, the inspirational quote!
I write Thrillers, Romance and Horror. Though I can be quite funny!


Why do you care? Simple answer is YOU DON'T. 
Complex answer? You are bored, you want to read something, something that will make you laugh, cry, bite your lip in anticipation or think deep into the logic of a made up murderer.

So, you're asking, what the hell is next.

EXACTLY, Hell is next, a few stories, HORROR, stories, based on Ghosts, Demons, Monsters and even the Devil himself well, I like to call him Lucifer since were on a first name basis! As well as the lovable and heart wrenching love stories!

Keep your eyes open for the first STORY to be feasted upon by, well... YOU.…