❝One, two, Slender Man is coming for you.❞ © kodaline

She was the very essence of innocence, illuminating the very darkest corners of my being; and I wanted to ruin and damn her beautiful soul. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.2014.2016 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

She found him in the middle of a forest. He exposed her to a world she never imagined. Their lives will never be the same again.

And still I can't tell you why Harry let me in, or what it was about me,or about us that made him believe that it was not a sin for us to fall in love the way we did. The kind of insane,deep,destructive love. Destructive. Sinful. That's exactly what we were. What If Romeo had now 40 tattoos and green eyes? What If Juliet first met him in a college hallway? What If loving each other was still...a SIN?

Close your eyes and picture this; You're floating in mid water, seeking air, yet you never drown. Whilst this you're responsible for varying something so dear and precious; a life. This is an average day for Lila Reed now. Forced into running from a kids worst nightmare. An abusive father. A mother who holds a job as a prostitute. Join Lila in Baby Steps as she runs away from the drunks with her little sister. Copywrite © 2014 the_writers_account ft. Deja_love_hurts & shannon_andersen

time doesn't exist, clocks do

"Run, Rosalie, run," his deep voice sung, almost like a sick nursery rhyme. His words swirled around me, each syllable like a needle stabbing into my skin. I knew he was trying to torment me, but all I wanted to do was get away from him. I kept running, the muscles in my legs burning furiously, but I dared stop in case I was caught. "Everything you're running from is still in your head." I scrunched my face up, trying my hardest to ignore his words as I sped away from him. But I knew he was right. Even if I out ran him, his presence was still in my mind, slowly turning me insane. I heard his bellowing laugh behind me as cold hands gripped my waist from behind, sharp fingernails piercing into my skin. "Running from your problems is a race you'll never win," he whispered, his hot breath burning my ear. "I'll always beat you." And he was right.

Harry Styles and Eden Banks have been best friends for over twelve years, but when one of them starts to fall in love with the other, their whole friendship gets put at risk. Is everything bound to fall apart, or will a revelation take place? Copyright © 2015, Taylor Harrison.

WARNING: Story will heavily contain sexual/violent scenes, including: adult language, sex, violence, self harm, etc. It's the loneliest feeling in the world- to find yourself sitting down when everyone else is standing up. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?". I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren't really days; they're just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you're depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That's what depression is, not sadness or tears, its the overwhelming sense of numbness and desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Depression is simply, yet not so simply, Desolation. My name is Brianna Rodriguez, and this is my life... before I met him. STARTED WRITING: APRIL 2014

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *