Disturbed Stories

*Shortlisted for Wattys 2017* Sixteen year old Charlie Shultz almost died ten years ago, when a little boy lured her away with murder on his mind. She escaped, but now her attempted murderer is back. This time, he's different. He's grown up. His face has changed with age; his name is no longer the one that haunts her nightmares. His methods have improved. He's learned new ways to torture, new ways to terrify, and new ways to make the chilling experience last. Poor Charlie won't even see him coming. She won't even realize who he is until he gets a second chance at the One That Got Away.

Everything from AC/DC to ZZ Top. This book is just a collection of songs that are constatly surrounding me in my everyday life. Are any of these songs your favorite? Comment and tell me that it is, and I shall dedicate it to you. DISCLAIMER!!!: I do not own any of these songs. They are created by very talented people, and I feel that they need to be shared with the world.

Just as the title says, I am attempting to use this book as a release for at least some of my random energy. No crazy people where harmed in the making of this book... probably.

David Draiman x reader... Will contain fluff, possibly *ahem* other things.... But that depends. Hope you like it!

Miya is a spoilt 16 year old, who has all the latest things, and is always up to date with fashion, known for her perfect little rich family according to the outside, no one really knows what lead to the disaster that happened weeks before the end of school. Everyone in the outside world, never really knew the reason why her dad moved out, not even the press. Will what happened behind closed doors, and the whole truth about Miya’s dad moving away come out, and will anyone ever know what Miya has really been through, and will Miya ever know the truth herself? Welcome to Miya's world off.... Hidden Secrets

I loose myself in my thoughts, to find out if it's still art.

some people are disturbed by the idea of happiness and they just want to experience that true moment of being happy

Elsewhere is a secondhand store, where (unbeknownst to the customers) every secondhand object carries a curse from it's previous owner. When Richard buys an old bracelet for Justine from Elsewhere, he doesn't know that it's previous owner was sentenced to death for killing her husband and his mistress. When Jussie straps the bracelet on, her life starts melting into the life of the previous owner..leading up to the deranged events that caused her demise. Richard is a terrified witness and victim of her descent. He must save her and himself.

Meet jack Jack is a very disturbed man Jack has lost himself Jack feels alive Jack likes to play god Jack wants to play

Tales of A Traveler is a work of poetry, comprising of various poems that dwell on various aspects of human life - nature, love, challenges, leadership and so much more. This work is aimed at improving and rekindling the act of writing, especially poetry amongst all and sundry.

Clockwork Ducks, Gambling with Body Parts, Destroying Cities, a Parade of Monsters, Carniverous Clouds and lots of Death. All told in loving rhyme and joyful prose, a twisted fairy tale of perverse proportions. The Tale of Timmy as he Travels Through These Terrible lands with his companions A Wise Turnip, A Lazy Cat and Timmy's Decomposing Corpse Brother called Jimmy. Will they succeed in their quest to reclaim Timmy's Daddy from War.

This is a collection of short horror stories by yours truly, the Monarch of Hell myself. This'll probably give you an idea of how actually mentally disturbed I am. You probably think I'm joking, which is just adorable. Hopefully I won't scar you too much.

Julie is, as she says, an emo, depressed, psycho maniac who has had a hard life. Bad things always seem to happen to her, because bad things happen to bad people. She blames her problems on the international boyband: One Direction. When faith makes them cross paths, will she recover? Or will the memory of her dead Directioner sister tear her apart?

Paying for the crimes of people you have never met has never felt more than a curse. Kako Grace is a teenager whose soul was marked by a demon. He feeds on her fear, He yearns for her soul and he impatiently waits for his bride at the end of this year. Will she find away around this curse? Or will she wait for it to drag her down to the pits of hell?

A young poet, finds her muse in places no young female should ever. The secrets she keeps haunts her in ways she'll never imagine. Who knew dealing with your past will be so hard? {Some of My Poems are Apart of This Story..}

A collection of poems I've written overtime, from 6th grade to now. Kind of like a window into my soul. I'll warn you though, what lies within is powerful enough to bring the strongest to their knees, send the boldest running scared and bring the mightiest crumbling down. I'm sort of a twisted person at times; but then again, aren't we all?

"I find myself looking at existence as if I were inside a grave or from another world. Everything is foreign to me. I am, it seems, outside my body and my sense of self; I am depersonalized, separated, adrift... Is this madness?"

Collins stories + Other characters; backstories, biographies, etc

Entering school I saw a crowed gathering in one of the halls. Walking over, Andy was being slammed against the lockers by Aaron. “Oi!” I yelled walking up. Aaron backed off with a look of terror. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” I yelled getting right up in his face. “N-nothing. Man, I didn’t know you knew him” Aaron stuttered. Staring him dead in the eye, without warning I punched him in the jaw. “Don’t call me mate” I told him before grabbing Andy and dragging him off. “You’re lucky everyone’s shit scared of me” I chuckled to the sad boy who stared down at the ground. READ ON!!!!

Well, I'm mentally fucked, or at least the doctors said as they tie me to the bed hoping I'll stop crying and just swallow the pills they try to shove down my throat every day at 3 o'clock. Only 3 o'clock never any other time. Theirs a reason for that but I don't like talking about it. She twisted me into thinking how I still think today and now I'm the one not able to leave, as she sometimes visits me as a royal "Fuck you" as she knows I watch her walking out the door whenever she wants and I can't say anything that will do anything because who believes the nutcase that can't even be trusted with a pencil.