Expressionless Stories

It's just my random sh** that I wrote. -MyDiary

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Here are the monotonous monologues that continuously reverberate within the confines of his modest mind, offering a glimpse into the intricate web of thoughts that shape his literary world.

Very 1st book by me. @Kaylee210903 This can be about my life, your life or someone else's life. I'm sure there's someone in this world who can relate. Dedicated to my future self and to someone who doesn't even know my existence ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A highschool polpular boy met with a girl in an accident. How they going to face each other. A revenge changed their life. Will it fix them. will they express their feelings to each other or else they act as they were enemies..

The Expressionless is the titular main antagonist of the Creepypasta of the same name. She is a strange and demonic woman with an array of paranormal abilities and a craving for blood. She entered the Cedar Senai hospital in June 1972, wearing a bloodied white gown. While this was not surprising given how many injured and sickly people come to the hospital each day, what set the woman apart from the other patients was that she had a mannequin-like appearance, and yet moved fluently like any normal human. (This story is not real but The Expressionless Woman is actually true but this urban legend was never seen again.)

Short Poem This is mine and mine alone. No to plagiarism.

(Reader) Known an outgoing and helpful boy. He's one of the many who got Bakugo calm dowm from his unnecessary rage. Always ready to land an helping hand weather that's helping his classmate train or helping teacher grade work. Everyone thought he was a helpful and kind boy or so they thought... DEAD DEKU AU

•He held out his hand, but I didn't accept it at first. When I did, he never let go• _________________________________________________________________

"I'm Not Crying" is a memoir about a 10-year-old girl who finds out her parents are getting divorced; it is the story of the emotions she shows and the emotions she truly feels.

'As my soul left my body, 'All I could think about is that I deserved it. If I was never born mother would be happy. the look of hatred on her face broke my heart more than any knife could. I didn't care about anything I didn't care about anyone but as soon as you looked at me with that gaze of disgust. I felt so empty. ... I don't like these feelings. It always gets in the way of stuff. ... It doesn't matter, if you hate me all I want is for you to be happy. I didn't tell you the reason why I always walked to the house with bruises. Just so you didn't worry. I told you that I fell down the stairs at school. that's not what really happened. ... I tried my best, in school but I could never get good grades. I went to therapy but, I don't think I need it. Now that I am dead, you can finally be free mother. You don't have to carry the burden of seeing me hurt, anymore. ... I wanted to die. ... So I want to know. why, am I still alive and in another World. but I won't kill myself. I have a new little sister that I have to protect. I will protect her just like you protected me all those years. ... At any cost. ... It doesn't matter who I have to kill. I will protect her. Even if it costs me my life. but it seems that I have made friends along the way? And admirers? what is wrong with all of you!? My name is Naruto Uzumaki and I'm going to be Hokage believe it. OC POV: okay. "Tears and rain, fall down on my face, my body is unable to stay, yet my heart is unwilling to leave." OC POV: good for you emo duck. Stay away from Sasuke-kun!!! OC POV: okay Bubblegum b**** "Sometimes I wish I was a cloud. ... OC POV: And sometimes I wish I could kill the Hoka- "..." Sasuke-Kun!!! OC POV: another fangirl, I feel bad for him. Would you like a chip. thank you? A smile is the best way to get through something even if it's fake. that's true I guess. ... why are there people stalking me? whatever. as long as they don't hurt my little sister I don't care.

"What's your name?" The half-blood blinked-she'd never heard that one before. "Get down on your knees" and "Hurry up" and even "DIE YOU FILTHY SCUM" were the usual ones for her. But "What's your name"? What a commodity. "Why aren't you speaking?" Again, she blinked. Had he never owned a slave before? How unusual-why bother getting one in the first place if you are ignorant at how to treat it? Furthermore, she had yet to see any of the items that were characteristic with being a slave owner: whips, clubs, hot iron, etc... The only thing he could really punish her with could be the stoker for the fireplace, but even that seemed like a minimal threat to her. Seeing his mounting confusion and fascinated by his lack of domination, the half-blood eventually pointed to her collar, in hopes of reminding him of what the handler had said. Realization overcame his young face in the form of a blush, and he questioned with a stutter, "You need permission...? Oh! I-I apologize, I've never done this before... Um... you may respond. Please answer my question..." She stared at him with a fascinated expression for a bit longer, and then nodded, tilted her head, inhaling and exhaling the air with freed relish for a little bit, and then, with a voice that was like vanilla in its sweetness, spoke: "I don't have one." ----- Hated and despised for being a halfblooded vampire, she eventually is bought and saved by a rare pureblood. It is there she gains a name: Ilene.

Morana is a sharp ,elegant judge by day and a professional hit woman by night. Love, revenge, & BLOOD reeks on her path. Will her law be the death of her? Only God can judge, and right under God is Morana.

Just things i wrote myself

This is supposed to be some "poetry" n stuff, pretty depressing tho(in my opinion.)

Just me and my thoughts you probably don't care but who really does?

heh