histórias de Chernobog

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(this takes place after season 4) After everything that has happened, the darkness, instead of tethering to Emma, flew away with her bringing her to a strange place, and Emma soon realizes that she's not alone there...

Lyra, a hot headed and enthusiastic teen, whose one enjoyment is joking about the local disappearances. But when her friend is the one to disappear, what will happen? Will friendships develop or romance bloom? Venture with Lyra as she goes through ups and downs for her friend, but remember not all stories have happy endings. ------ "Do I know you...?" asked Lyra

"This so called 'Great power' that you call doesn't mean I can save everyone.....because it only means that Ill out last everyone...." The Reaper, Shinigami, Death angel. He goes by so many names and aliases, yet one thing remains common. For he reaps both the souls of infected or not, friend nor foe wether he likes it or not. Carrying the the promises and hopes of his once comrades, malice and curses from his foes he attempts to live a life of normalicy to experience until he met a certain company, and a certain dokutah. (if its not obvious by now...yes we gonna have a fem dokutah~)

I had to write a story for school in Dutch but I thought why not translate it to English and publish it. I'll try to update it once a week but I hope you already like it. This is a story about the famous Eyeless Jack and the god/demon he almost got offered to. *warning* Violence, curse words and sorry if I mess up Jack's story a bit. Oh also my first language isn't English so I'm saying sorry in advance. *Disclaimer* None of the pictures/ drawings are mine. Credits goes to the maker/owner of it. Sorry if it sucks. If you see someone using this story please tell me.

Having a dream and goal is one thing, achieving it is another, life tends to push you towards paths, some you may not wish to take. My path was taken from me pulled up like an unwanted weed from a garden. My humanity was erased on that god forsaken night. Explore a new take on a classic creepypasta tale. Retold with more emostion, plot and drive. Take in mind this is just my interpretation.

"Good food is a gateway to anyone's heart" is what my grandmother used to say before, and I believed her, food reminds us that in everything, there's always somewhere they can call home. And home can be anywhere, as long they are reminded about it through comfort.

A lion who wishes to gain the courage to reach for the stars, a dark Santa born to one fate, a reindeer born to another, a goat whose fallen from grace and wants to return to greatness and eventually a former dark lord as huge and powerful as he is shy and guilty. In a school where dreams come true: will this semester truly be the best Christmas ever or the worst tragedy to befall this land?

[EYELESS JACK, 111K] "Why didn't you say anything if you already knew who I was?" "I didn't know. Not then." "So your first instinct as a functioning college student, when you get attacked in your own bedroom by a masked cannibal...is to look them up and see if they're some viral internet story." "No, my first instinct was to beat the shit out of you." - Sawyer Rafael has had her entire life dealt to her in absolutes: she is disadvantaged in more ways than one. She will be cheated and pushed around by the people above her. She will make it out bruised, but alive. And she will be a doctor. But things start twisting, folding over, and layering in more ways than she could imagine on the first truly interesting night of her 20s; the night somebody makes an attempt on her life, allegedly for his own survival. For once, she isn't handed a dictating statement about her future, but a question. "Will you help me?"

On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal reign, we ride towards the fight When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shores On the blackest plains in hell's domain, we watch them as they go In fire and pain, now once again, we know So now we fly ever free We're free before the thunderstorm On towards the wilderness, our quest carries on Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight Deep inside our hearts and all our souls So far away, we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames, we carry on -The Firefighter's Ballad ~~~ When all hope seems lost as you are surrounded by flames, your life is on the line yet there's nothing you can do, who is there to save you from dying the most excruciating death known to man? Look no further than to the person with a bright turnout coat, a wide-brim hat, and a red fire axe, who is always ready to jump into melting temperatures to save lives. And among these heroes in bright coats is York 'Fridtjof' Nansen, a Senior Fireman of the Chernobog Fire Department. A determined, gruff, but compassionate firefighter, who does not let his age hinder him from saving lives, and kicking ass as hard as he extinguishes fires. Join him and his firefighter comrades as they struggle to survive day by day during the Reunion occupation, while they fight relentlessly against their occupiers, and fulfill their duty, through fire and flames. Regardless of the trials, tribulations, challenges, weirdos, and annoying sadistic white-haired sons of bitches they'll encounter along the way, they will continue to carry on.

Scary stories came to life in a small Russian town

Just a simple Arknights fanfic I don't own Arknights and it's characters

Everyone said there were ghosts. The people in town believed it but the new comers were harder to convince. When asked, the locals will most likely say that the population is 665 or 667. No one wants to say that they live in a haunted town with a population of 666..