She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

When the person you love most is violently taken away from you, you set out on a dangerous journey to find out what happened to him, making your life goal to discover the truth. What you don't expect though, is to uncover secrets that come out of the darkest abyss, accompanied by a cannibalistic creature with a navy-blue mask that eternaly cries back tears.

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

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"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

[Sequel to One Killer Maze] Some time has passed since Y/n has escaped the maze. She has gone into hiding with her mother and two others, Gilbert and Jerry. The media's reaction to the fall of the reality show has been nothing but chaos and discourse, some siding with Y/n's actions...others not so much. There are still many that wished the show still continued even after knowing the maze's true intentions, others going as far as to track down and kill those who ruined it for them. Like Y/n. Even as this continues to happen, an evil has been lurking, watching, waiting for its moment to strike. What will Y/n choose when she's forced to make the decision between good and evil? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE HERE (unless stated otherwise).

'One Killer Maze', a reality TV show that has tens of thousands of fans around the world watching. The title of this show has one true meaning. Y/N, one of their longtime fans, has been watching for quite a while, loving the details they put into the show, characters, and acting. Each scene had been created in such a realistic way, sometimes you forgot you were watching a show! The contests themselves, as they were 'murdered' by the killers ensnared in the maze with them, always had pure fear written across their faces. What if, on a very special night, this TV show hosted a contest for brand new contestants to enter the maze? New contestants like the viewers. New contestants like Y/N. The shows' questionable authority slowly begins to come to light as their first episode of the tenth season began to air, Y/N the first one on the screen. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE HERE (unless stated otherwise). [ Finished On Quotev 10/25/21 ]

/dĭ-lîr′ē-əm/ Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Feeling unmoored and adrift in life was just a consequence of being a young adult. It was quite unfortunate, however, that your fate had been caught in the most horrible of webs. Perhaps you would have made something of yourself, if you'd had the chance.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved