Fearful Stories

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There's a familiar clown outside the boys window! Will the Boy break or get the cops?! WILL HE SURVIVE?!

Chloë and Sasha are two foster girls thrown from home to home. Desperate to escape lives with futures unbearably unpredictable, the girls meet in the dead of night and take the next bus out of town. But which life is more desirable? One filled with secrets and lies, where no one but themselves know even their true names, or one where their homes and families change faster then the weather?

This is just a simple compilation of my many many short stories that I have written that I feel should be out in the world.

Poems that talk about real life and how it effects the way you live and think.

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my name is Denni More and i am a prisoner by my own mate, i live in the cells with rogues and other wolves who have broken the rules, my mate rape, hits and abuses me in front of his pack, and whats worse is that they all laugh while he does it, My brother always tells me he wishes i was dead and that i was never born. So what happens when i finally give up and shut my humanity off and kill one of the guards, not only that but i find out i'm pregnant, So i do the only thing logical thing to do and that was to run, Run for not only my life but for my unborn child. turning rouge and on the run from her mate, denni found a nice little cave to live in, and lived in her wolf form making her unborn child born as a wolf and not a human, So what happens when Denni's mate finds her and she is not the same scared little girl she was before, and he has a son life has changed but is it for the good or the bad

My name is Eric O’hara. I’ve done some things in life I wish I hadn’t done. Two things in particular. I don’t think they’ll ever fully forgive me for what I did just like I can never forgive myself. When Sam died I fell apart. Aqua and Kian paid for it. And now I can only watch as there lives fall apart. Because in the end I couldn't take it, in the end Sam didn't just die and her murder is still out there. Still watching, still waiting. For Aqua and Kian. So he can kill them to.

A very short write about someone who is committing suicide because they feel they aren't needed, but discovers something.

A small collection of short and long poems/stories. These writings will cross into all the different kinds of moods and genres, some will be humorous others deep, and even some will be terrifying. Join me and my writing today, as we explore the life lessons and worlds I have created for you, here at your finger tips.

A short-story about two young people running from a group of soldiers. They are forced to split up, and the farewell is short and emotional. ~ Wrote this many years ago and it's just a fun thing to post it here on Wattpad. The alternative was to let it rot in the drawer (yes, it's so old I wrote it on paper! No offense to you who still use pen, it's admirable, really) Swedish/Svenska: Orginalet är på svenska och när jag publicerade berättelsen här på Wattpad passade jag på att träna engelskan min genom att översätta den.

(Book 2- COMPLETED) Sequel to Untouched. This story will make more sense if you read Untouched first. Kit and Zach are determined to put as much distance between them and their settlements as possible. Kit is running from her captors. Zach is running from rejection. The only problem is sometimes you can't escape your previous life, no matter how far you run. What happens when Kit and Zach venture off into a world that has been destroyed by a pandemic? A lot. Side note: - References to sex but no sex scenes (there's lots of other stories on Wattpad to get that fix from- I know from personal experience ;) ) - References to abuse (this story is going to be a bit darker than my previous one)

Teenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just too much... He's just eaten alive... Crying... Cutting... And just begging for the end...