Let's put are hands together, bow are heads and pray to the emo god himself gesus WARNING this book is terrifying please read at own risk

~in the process of rewriting~ Tyler Joseph. Just your normal 17 year old, right? Well, not exactly. Tyler struggles with schizophrenia and dissociative identity disorder. He hears a total of three voices who all taunt him almost every chance they get. One voice, who happens to be his alter, has earned the name Blurryface. Tyler has struggled with the voices and Blurryface as long as he can remember. They were at their worst a few years ago, calmed down, and are now starting to get bad again. Can he handle it this time? !!NOTE!! This story does have minor mention of self harm, violence, and cussing. #2 in Blurryface

After Batman takes the fall and blame for Harvey Dent's actions, the World seems to turn on him. He lies low and is impossible to find. But Stephanie Brown is adament on finding the caped crusader and help him rise to lift Gotham back up from the ruins it has become, and end the impending war of the Century.

Mike is desperate for a job. When an ad comes up in the paper for working a night shift at a local pizzeria; he thinks its gonna be easy. But will it? Read to find out. ;)

This just a short story about S.N.A.P Mode. I am writing this after the promo concept Yandere Dev posted on his game development blog. I hope you enjoy it!! X3 In the mean time..... I wish you lots of love! -"Insanity Dev! Insanity Dev!" "Yes....." -_- "Why can't you write a fanfiction instead of some crappy short story?" "Oh..... Okay! You got me! Its because I am currently working on a Jeff the Killer Fanfiction called Opposites Attract. Please if you have the time check it out!

In which a prank call gets two people together. "Love with every stranger, the stranger the better" ~~~~~~~ *warning: Contains: -offensive jokes, if you can't handle some offensive jokes, move on. It's these characters' views, not mine. -cliche, if you don't like it, this is kinda cliche so.... yeah. Later.* ©bookbabere, all rights reserved.

I sing about the demons trapped inside of me. Nobody hears me but it always seems to help. He was the first to hear me. He was the first to help me. He was the first person I saw and questioned who I really was. I think I love him.

❝all my friends are heathens❞ ❝what the hell is a heathen and y r u callin me that❞ ❝@ me next time hoe❞ in which a woman defies everything her parents told her about talking to strangers online - discontinued- [sebastian stan] [social media fanfic]

Johnny Ringo, He Sold His Soul To The Devil, And This, Is His Story #5 in brandonhoover ?/?/? #202 in writing contest 2/12/19 #451 in avenged 17/12/19 Copyright DemDifferentStories 2015 - 2016