Raphael Fontenelle
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Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.
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Reparative Pal Program four
It wasn’t long before the needle was pressed into my skin. Injecting me with that sedative he had in his pocket. Which makes me wonder how many times he’s done this before. And with how many other people like me. When he pulls the needle from my arm, he tosses it into a nearby trashcan. Something that I guess the janitors aren’t going to question at all. And I briefly consider screaming when his hand moved from my throat to my mouth. That asshole dropping to the mat and pulling me close with his other hand. Wrapping around me to keep me still. Obviously, it was to keep me from screaming or trying to fight him. Tears ran down my cheeks as John held me close. My head pressed into his chest while I slowly started getting too tired to struggle. After a few minutes or so, I was feeling loopy from whatever he injected into my arm, and I gave up struggling.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program Three
What the treatment turned out to be was group therapy. Something that I hadn’t been expecting from everything. In fact, I was anticipating something out of American Horror Story. Maybe it was proof that I wasted too much time on horror. Or rather I hadn’t researched what mental health or faux mental health facilities do. Then again, I hadn’t ever anticipated being forced into the ‘Woodrow Clinic’. Being forced to ‘revitalize’ myself and become a ‘Companion Prisoner’ to someone in need. Or whatever they want to call me. It doesn’t matter. Nothing will ever matter again. I look at everyone in the group as I’m wheeled into it. There are people in various forms of ‘treatment’. Some were looking quite calm and collected. A few were somewhat hesitant about everything going on. Though I could see some reluctant acceptance in their eyes when they glanced at me. A hint of pity, possibly. I’m not quite sure as they weren’t maintaining eye contact with me at all. In fact, they were doing their best to avoid looking me in the eyes as if they would taint them if they stared.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program Two
The next time that I woke up, I was laying on my back on a bed. Or what could somewhat pass itself as a bed. It was a small, hard, piece of foam that someone laid on the floor. There didn’t seem to be a bed frame under it. One that was really, really hurting my back to lay on. Slowly I start to sit up and take stock of my surroundings. The walls were a bright white color that initially hurt my eyes to look at because of the lighting. My eyes take a second to adjust as I notice the number of cameras in the room. From what I counted there were at least four of them in each corner of the room. Sort of like what you would see in a movie.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program One
The world ended for me the day that I was forcibly outed. It was the worst day of my life so far and I know it’s going to get worse. Be worse for me. All thanks to someone finding something that I tried to keep hidden. Tried to keep secret the best that I could. A person that I thought was my friend but turned out to not be. We spent hours talking in my room and when I went to use the bathroom, they snooped. Found my illegal materials and made a call to the police. When I came back from the bathroom, they were so angry. Disappointed to find that I was one of them.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
Me About Me. Runner-Up in Echoes of the Year’s Lessons Challenge.
What I’ve learned about myself is that I can’t stand throwing things away. Even if they’re completely used up. I don’t wish to throw them away. But I’ve forced myself to do so. It feels like I’m giving up something that doesn’t deserve to be let go. Even if they’re not a great memory for me anymore. My mom has made me aware of hoarding tendencies in our family.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Motivation
Interview of Harold Barlow part three
When he woke up that morning, Howard got ready for the event. Being quiet to keep from waking up his youngest son. Not wanting him to be drowsy before his next shift. Going downstairs, he headed to the kitchen and started making breakfast for himself and his daughter. Howard wanted Melanie to be well fed before the event. Making Melanie’s favorite cheese omelet with bacon and hashbrowns. Along with starting to make some coffee so that she would wake up faster. As it takes her a longer time than it does him.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
A Lonely Future. Top Story - November 2024.
It’s the year ‘2050’ and I never thought I would get this far. My transition has gone from a gel. To injections. To this strange patch thing they invented. One that makes things interesting slash uncomfortable. It costs a lot more than the injections had ever cost me. But what can you expect without insurance?
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Futurism
A Wolf Alone in the Field
I have always loved Winter nights. The cold, the snow, and the lack of people out at night. Something that I’ve found to be a good thing and a bit of a hinderance at the same time. But that is a thing to dwell on later. Right now, the most pressing thing was what I saw during my walk. A young man with curly red hair was walking through the snow. Normally, that wouldn’t draw my attention to this young man. What drew my attention to him was the ragged clothing that he was wearing. It looked like he wasn’t wearing shoes.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Families
To The Loving Father Figure
Dear Grandpa, You are the biggest parental figure in my life. You may not be my father, but you were a father for me. And I felt so loved by you. No matter what was going on, you made me feel like I mattered. Doing things for me that I appreciate to this day. Even though I didn’t really appreciate them as much as I should when I was a kid.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Humans
Because I Love You eight
Not that long later, Papa came back to his bedroom door. Unlocking the door with a huge creepy smile on his face. Rhys wished that he would be allowed to eat in his room. To eat by himself for once in his stay. And that Papa wasn't so observant as he stared at his face. Looking so worried about why his eyes were red, as it was very clear that he had been crying for a while. But, he didn't push the issue as he took Rhys's hand. Smiling ear to ear as he asked,"You ready to eat, baby?"
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
Because I Love You six
Despite the various ways he tried, nothing got Emmett to speak to him. Or got him to cheer up in the slightest bit. Something that was kind of bugging Rhys if he were being truly honest with himself. Rhys wasn't entirely sure why it would be. In fact, Emmett's silence should have been seen as a good thing. Yet, this treatment was really bothering him.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
