Everybody has a tale of how they came to be - some tell the journey to strength, some tell the journey to happiness. Some happen to involve cruelty and torture. This is the story of the crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ PUPPET BOY PREQUEL created Nov. 30, 2015. IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

i am almost 18 i wrote this in 5th grade please stop reading this it is awful 😭 you grew up in london. it was time that you moved to a different flat. you have a flat mate, your best friend. you grew up together. you've been a big phan of dan and phil for years. you've always had a crush on phil. you thought it was crazy you grew up in the same city. you didn't think you would ever meet dan and phil. but why did he choose you?

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.

At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar heard noises in her tiny one bedroom apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar grabbed a tennis racket and armed it like a light saber as she approached the noises. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar saw a strange platinum haired man in her apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar's somewhat normal life was taken, smashed into a million pieces, and scattered to the ends of the earth. -3:23 a.m- ---------------------- Hey guys this is my first Gerard Way/MCR fan fic. I'm working really hard so I would love for you to check it out! More reads=more updates so tell me what you think :):) ---Fabbyulous1

It starts with a simple itch, nothing more. Maybe a few random spasms or the occasional shudder but you'll think nothing of it. Then you'll get blood shot eyes... Not enough sleep? It gets worse, much worse. The itching turns to scratching, clawing at you skin until it bleeds... and bleeds and bleeds. Then comes the anger which tips you over the top making you brake into a full blown seizure. Madness. You still with me? Well you won't be if they catch you, you'll be one of them...infected.

This is my story. It's not fictional. Even though this is a really personal experience, i want to share it with you. Because I think that not everyone can imagine what it's like to have cancer. But others know exactly what I mean. Please leave me lots of comments and ask me everything you want to know! :)

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