Horror-elements Stories

Bonnie Brando experiences strange changes after a friend of hers, Jackie, goes missing following the murder of his parents. Bonnie's desire to find out where Jackie is and if he is safe brings her into conflicts with not only police investigating the case but street gangs and mafias who've taken an interest in Jackie for some reason unknown to Bonnie. This was originally posted to AO3 before being ported over here. Updates will be posted on both sites at the same time.

Young Robin was always fond of the woods and walking with her parents she found the need to walk amongst the sprits and creatures in the woods they always calmed her. Her whole ideology changed one day after something she could always hear but never see kept asking for more and more , untill it was an order she wouldn't fulfill...

Lucy always loves playing with her dolls and teacups, she's obedient and listens to her elders. She wears a white and pink frilly dress with a small bow and her short wavy brown hair getting tangled so often. However, she hasn't been able to make any friends... She has a difficult time speaking and talking to others. Or, it could be because her parents are very protective, and don't like the idea of her exploring the world or even make friends on her own. But on her 11th birthday, her father gives her a doll that looks just like Lucy..exactly like Lucy. And although she's thankful and pleased her father gave her this doll, it's still off-putting how the doll looks exactly like her.."Little Lucy" she thought... Fantasy/Mystery/Thriller

◇a young Japanese high school girl going through a time period of strange encounters and paranormal moments but to be the main cause of a family who is known for being chaotic and hated , put into a war to only uncover her true strength in the heritage of her family." ◇not for children, viewer discretion is advised for general readers◇ ◇I'm sorry if the other story I wrote is a little outdated as well as the error of the chapters, I'm very sorry about that♡

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#1 IN MURDER DRONES THREE DAYS AFTER POSTING IT????????? HELLO?????????????????????? When you awoke, it was not peaceful. It was not simple, as you'd been told. It was not to another face, catching you up to speed. It was with the sound of shattering glass and the sound of your sputtering gasps as you came into consciousness before you were decidedly ready to be awake. It was with the first thing you saw was yellows and flashing greens, purple hair of a body on the ground in front of the broken pod. It was to the feeling of cold air that was hard to breathe despite what you were told about acclimating. It was with gasps and scrambling barefoot out of the glass chamber, ducking yourself out under the thick piece of solid black metal, avoiding stepping on pieces of shattered glass. You awoke not to peace, but to danger. ---- Simply put: A Human (you) stumbles out of a cryogenic pod after 17 years in cryo, and now it is everyone 's problem (exaggeration) Originally posted to Ao3, now posted here