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On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a

Creepypasta X Half Wolf!Reader [Part 1]The tall being stroked through the thick trees; reaching out every now and then to shield his blank face from the scratching branches and twigs that snapped backwards and hit him with each step he took.
Everything was blissfully silent - save for the crunching of leaves beneath his shoes, the almost inaudible squeak of mice and the occasional crow squawking out its dreadful, distorted melody.
If he had a mouth, he'd let out a long, defeated sigh. He'd taken this walk not in search of victims - but to escape the beat-up old house that he shared with numerous other outcasts.
There was Jeff, the insane 'human' who couldn't quit smiling. It was hard to tell whether he was human or not, but Slender Man believed him to be. There was also that beastly dog, Smile. Then of course that immature little elf, or pixie, or whatever he was named Ben. And then there's Jack, Hoodie and Masky.
It was a house for all the misfits, outcasts, 'monsters'. It was the house for those who didn't belong with thi

Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301

“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!

2p England x Insane!Reader - Chapter 1 - Purpose

"Now ______,Let's review the crime scene shall we?" Prof.Ludwig asked."Whatever" You spat with the most putrid hatred in the world.He glared at you.
"color"
"red"
"where?"
"everywhere"
"who?"
"Mathew"
"and?"
"Me"
"who else?"
"Alfred"
"Dead?"
"Dead"
"feeling?"
"satisfaction"
"Feeling?"
"Happiness"
He sighed."You never learn DO you _____?" He grimaced as he stood up from his fold up chair."I suppose not." You retorted returning back his grimace but with more taste of hatred and dispute.He folded the chair and walked out the room,closing the door behind you.It had been years since you had seen the world,life other than your professor and the hor

Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.

You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.

Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,

Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long

PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon

Slender Man X Reader (2/2)~Your POV~
Letting out a sigh, you continued to tap away at the keys of your laptop. Why was life so boring? You clicked your tongue, loading up a random YouTube page. "What should I do?" You muttered to yourself, pulling your legs in to sit cross-legged, the laptop resting on your lap. After staring at the YouTube homepage for a little while, you typed 'Pewdiepie' into the search bar. It looked like the Swedish YouTuber would have to try and cure your boredom.
It had been roughly a week since your encounter with Slender Man. Truthfully, were any normal person would never want to see him ever again, you really wanted to see that expressionless face of his. He was intriguing to say the least. There was no other like him - not that you knew of anyway. Maybe he was alone in this world. Maybe, he was the only one of his kind. He lived in the woods... right? Maybe you should go pay a visit...
Seemingly pleased with this idea, you quickly powered down your laptop, putting it

Slender Man X Reader (1/2)It had been a rather rough day. At school, you'd been shoved into a locker by a compete bitch -causing you to drop your (f/c) folder that held all of your work, drawings and other things onto the floor. It took you quite a while to gather up those scattered sheets of paper, and that resulted in being late to class, which then led to being shouted at by a your teacher.
You let out a sigh, clutching your folder close to your chest, your arms around the binder -somewhat hugging it. You were now on your walk home from school, which usually lasted about 2 hours. You recently moved into a new house, which was inconveniently far from your school. Not to mention the fact that you had to walk on the edge of the woods. The silencee quite often creeped you out, and more than one you had the feeling that you were being watched by someone in amongst the trees.
A single drop of water landed on your cheek, running down like a saddened tear. Again, you sighed as more water suddenly started to rain fro

Brothers!Pru + Ger X Reader X Nordics - Part 5"So (your name)?" The Icelandic male spoke, placing a few of your belongings such as your books, writing utensils and other things onto a wooden desk that was pushed up the side of the wall in the spare room. Everything you had was mostly unpacked, and the room was finally starting to look as if someone lived there.

You glanced up to meet his purple gaze, wondering what he wanted. "You're taking things rather bravely..." Emil started, sitting on the edge of your bed that you had never slept in as of yet. He frowned at your straight face, wondering where all of your emotion's had gone. Surely, you couldn't have suddenly became like Norway. At

In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye

When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know I’m looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know I’m smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say “I won’t go” but still trust me when I’m dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I won’t break promises I swear I won’t lie, if you’re losing faith just look up at the sky.
Remember the good in me and forget all my scars. Make a wish to bring me from the dust and from the ash. Sorr

The New Monk-chapter 6-The sun was rising the other morning. The monks had to wake up early, as planned , they had to go to Jack’s evil lair to get back their stolen Wu. Omi, was the first one to get up. He went in the other monks rooms and woke them up. Kimiko, Lydia and Clay woke up, but Rai had troubles. While the monks were dressing up, Omi yelled at him

“Raimundo, get your backside up now, Master Fung must not see us!”- Omi said as he rushed through his room.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”- he said as he snuggled in his pillow and continued to sleep.
Kimiko went in his room and, of course, managed to get the lazy Brazilia

*Paranormal*Aberrant red infusion colours sky, inexplicable!

Bedtime StoryIt was a quaint young world in which a troupe of like-minded fellows did subsist. They found joy together in simple things, feline endeavors. Within their minds did great plumes spring, fine tufted ears and coils for caudals. They birthed their world and sat as gods upon a throne of osseous matter, led by one with a visage bright as flame.

And there they did indulge in fancy follies, games of crack which offered many an occasion in which they might giggle to themselves. But all was not well. For they did discover there the path all mortals are bound to take. For in the end are we not all but food for worms? They set to path their words in tr

InfinityDespite of being the middle of summer, it was a cold night. They always were back there. The fresh beach air provided the campsite with cool nights and hot days. We were sitting outside our tents, watching the dying embers of our campfire fade out. It was late, and the sounds of the surrounding campers were slowly dying out. The minutes went by, and less laughter was heard. The guitars and other instruments stopped and stayed silent. The sound of tent zippers opening and closing again. A hushed whisper now and then, the sound of a distant snore. Finally, when the only thing we could hear were the crickets and the sound of the nearby waves, we stood up. In complete silence we walked between tents and pine trees, avoiding the holes were the campfires had earlier stood.
We reached the beach and sat down on the sand. I looked up and saw the immensity of space spread out before my eyes. The stars, so clear now as they had never been in the city, filled me with wonder. The same wonder I

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by ~MegumiTierana, Oct 15, 2009, 5:13:29 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction

There was a large group around me. We were standing on a street that looked like Perrin Beitel. We enlisted for the army and received our coats. Mine was white and bulky.

I crossed the street to our quarters. It was strangely settled near a highway. As I was crossing, I saw a white car. It saw me and sped up. I managed to cross without being hit.

I entered the building. Tables were decorated with glassware and dishes, ready to be eaten on. I walked around the building with my jacket, taking it all in.

I went into the bathroom and found girls in there. Someone rolled in a shopping cart full of bottles. The girls scrambled, trying to get everything they could. I was left with scraps and half empty bottles. I squeezed a few, testing a few. I heard a soft melody from a violin and noticed a boy watching from the doorway. I took a few bottles to my room.

There were many things on my bed. I sat on the floor, rummaging through my bottles of lotions. A boy flopped himself onto my bed. He looked at me and I looked at him. He spoke to me, but his voice was garbled, only muffled words reached my ears. I think he said his name was Minami. I think he said he liked me, that I wasn’t like the other girls here. I tried talking to him, but he smiled and left.

I stood to leave the room, but one of the girls blocked my doorway. She wondered what he was doing in my room. She seemed enraged, jealous perhaps. I noticed the other girls stood in their doorways with arms crossed.

I tried to explain we were just talking. She leapt at me, her hands around me neck. I fell onto my cluttered bed, air escaped with no intention of returning.

Unspoken Nameby ~MegumiTierana

Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction

possible 67 - Playing the Melody
not entirely convinced yet...

this is based on a dream I had, I added the violin to meet the theme...but thinking about taking it out...(thus taking it out of the theme set)

The boy reminded me a bit of Hanazwa Rui from Boys Over Flowers (Hana Yori Dango), hence the violin.

I woke up because I couldn't breathe

kind of scary...
I didn't hear his name, but Minami stuck in my head after I crawled out of bed. I think it means "south."

And yes, that is a street in my city. Please don't stalk me o.O

~Rae-Simmons-of-DOOM Oct 15, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

Really? Rui? I get that. I like the violin, the whole thing seems very dream like and disjointed. About "her hands around me neck", do you mean her hands around my neck?

~MegumiTierana Oct 15, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

yyeeesss Ruiiii <3
though Domoji (?) has my heart

cuz it was totally a dream XD

...blarg typos...I hate them!!!
-shakes fist-

~Rae-Simmons-of-DOOM Oct 22, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

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