A Wallflower. That's what Sony Parker was at Riverbank High, and she was content with it. Until one day when she gets in a fight with a new student because he took her 'corner'. Now she and the new kid, Paul, have been forced to join 'Friendship Club'. Don't let the name deceive you, the club is actually for the school's gang members, delinquents, and homicidal students. The club is notorious for students 'vanishing' if they aren't able to protect themselves. Sony is able to survive the club and its psycho members. But then things start to get weird as one by one the delinquents of the club start to want Sony's comfort in their everyday life problems. {(Reverse-Harem)} {(COMPLETED)}

Death the Kid has finally met his match, without her even trying to be symmetrical.

Reid has been homeless on the streets of New York for years now, fighting for cash in clubs and sleeping in empty buildings. With his special ability, Reid could have whatever life he wanted, but chooses not to. When Sam meets Reid on the subway, she has a hard time forgetting about him, and not only because he keeps showing up in the least likely of places. Sam doesn't know it at first, but the boy she just met is about to show her a whole other world.

Inspired by a true event... Insane asylum turned college. Tara, a student in a writing night program, begins to discover a strange event involving a student's death. Only now she can't seem to get away from what stalks her during the night. Warnings: Gore, Mature Content, Language. (Will think of something better then this over time... hopefully.)

Kidnapped by a psychotic vampire, 22-year-old Jessica Smith doesn't really think things could get any worse until she becomes a pawn in a vampire plot to take over the world. As war breaks out between the vampires and humans resisting them and the world begins to quickly fall to the undead, Jessica finds herself warring with herself and questioning the true intentions of the vampire who took her in the first place. With everyone she can't trust telling her things about him that make no sense and unable to trust his words either; she really has no idea who to believe in this dark world that she is now very much a part of. As time goes on, Jessica finds it harder to decide who to trust and who not to trust. But more important than that, she finds herself questioning her feelings towards the one person that she knows she shouldn't trust or love. Excerpt "It'll be a cold day in hell before I willingly become your slave." I spat. "Well, you better get your coat on, Jessica... because you're already in hell, and it's definitely a bit nippy, don't you think?" he smirked. *Note: this takes place in the same world as "Everything I Never Wanted". It's a prequel of sorts, but it can also standalone*

[1st installment of the KP Series] Elizabeth always knew she was a special sort. Her family and friends knew too. She's an introvert and feels like a weirdo wherever she goes, even in her own home. But what happens when she encounters a man known to the world as a notorious monster? Jeff the killer. She never thought he was real; only stories told at school to freak people out. And now that he's come into her life, she'll discover just why she's so special. Monsters, killers, wraiths, and supernatural entities--how special can one get? There will be love, and loss, and triumph, and hope, all for a greater purpose: The human realm needs a protector, and that's Elizabeth. --- [S E Q U E L : Cruel & Blue (Eyeless Jack story)] *****-1st Place in Jeff the Killer-***** Cover art by: Asur-Fallinplim on deviantArt Disclaimer: Most, if not all, CreepyPastas presented throughout this story do not belong to the author. All credit goes to the original creators of those characters, anonymous or not.

Erika Lawrence is a young girl with a knack for swimming underwater without coming up for air for a consecutive amount of time; for her it's normal, to others, not so much. Though after taking one last swim in her high schools swimming pool while waiting for her best friend, she notice's something odd about her right eye, in the far bottom right corner of the iris she sees something off; there with the mix of lavender is a pigment of red that shouldn't be there. At first she shrugs it off, even though she's still concerned about it, but then on the day after her eighteenth birthday something happens. Strange visions appear in her mind throughout the nights of when she is asleep, alongside with the need for water, blood, the consumption of flesh and a supressed memory of her mother. All the while the red in her eye begins to grow... Worried for her own sanity, she goes to her grandparents for guidance, asking them for some kind of answer to be given, if she truly had become something frightful, and what they tell her shocks her, the birthplace of her mother. Wanting to know more about her mother's supposedly secret past Erika and her friend Alison Jones; head there in search for the truth, only to find that some things are best left to be forgotten...

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075