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Dale-Creek Hill Asylum (1) | ✓ by Infamous
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'Ashley looked forward to her new role as a moth looks forward to an electric light, drawn-in inexplicably and equally doomed upon contact.' Seventeen-year-old Ashley has her life mapped out as an aspiring psychologist. Bright and brilliant, with a particular fascination for warped and extraordinary minds, she leaps at the offer of work experience at Dale-Creek Hill, a private facility for the criminally unsound. Dazzled by the facility, Ashley strives to prove herself to her colleagues and the wily Head of the facility. However, in her eagerness to unlock the secrets of the inmate's minds, Ashley fails to realise she has a secret of her own, one that will connect her to two ingenious serial killers and change her life forever. [The Human Evil Series: Book One] [Unedited] [Only taster available.] ©2010 by Infamous ©2021 B. Infamous
Sad poems by a sad girl by moosepotatoe
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These are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that haunts your living moments, the crippling feeling of your heart breaking. The mocking taunts that ring in your ears, the chocked sobs stuck in your throat. The feeling of your anger fuelling your silent tears. You know that one? That aches? The one that you can't seem to forget? We all are well aquatinted with that pain, some better than others. But most of us hide it with a smile painted on as fake as our I'm okays. But those are the strongest people, the ones that will be the last ones laughing. Not a joyful laugh filled with humour, but a cold one, the one sends you chills. Cause we will forever be reminded it would be so easy; just the flick of the knife, a single bullet, a step too close to the edge. But we keep living until the pain gets too much and ache consumes you, and then you know what true hell is like. Not living because you have to but because you don't want to give the ones you love that ache, that pain. ........................................................................