Historias de Massacres

In a world that never made room for her, Marisol finds herself drawn to someone just as broken as she is. A Jedidiah Sawyer/ Leather Face Romance Fanfic

Most of us have heard about Itachi murdering his lover during the night of the massacre, but not many of us knows who she really was. We don't know how she met him, about her friendship with Itachi, or almost anything actually. This is her story, and how she saw her life in her last few breaths.

'Every Ending Has A Beginning' 🔪💥- It has been eight months since the events that unfolded in Sunny Heights in the Summer of 2023. Now in the Spring of 2024, Sam, Henry, Vince, & Gigi attend Ophelia College in NYC. In Sunny Heights, Scott is currently dealing with Lily breaking up with him. Jamie gets a strange package from California in the mail. Simon, who is dealing with relationship issues with Sidney, now works at local bookstore with a girl from school. Scott, & Corey befriend a jock that's hiding his true colors and might destroy their friendship. The night before spring break everything goes terribly wrong leading Sidney, & Randy to arrive in NYC. A new killer emerges from the shadows looking for blood. The stakes are higher than before, one wrong move and it might be game over. -💥🔪 🥇#ogstory -TW: Suicide, drugs, LOTS of gore, & depression -ALL SCENERAY IMAGES ARE MADE BY BING AI -I OWN ALL CHARACTERS

A love story between Niall and a girl named Chelsea. Things start of all sweet and perfect between them but is it always going to stay like that? The other boys become her best friends and when they leave on tour, Chelsea brings along her best friend Kate. How are Kate and the boys going to get along? Read the story and all your questions will be answered.

"A sixteen year old girl was found at the bottom of the 'Brandon James' lake with a daisy drawn on the inside of her palm, that can't be a coincidence," Noah's brows furrowed. "after everything that has happened, I wouldn't be suprised if it was or wasn't."

this poem is about finn and how he lost it aka ending up in a massacre

When I was seven they came. They came and destroyed the world I lived on, murdering all who lived upon it, apart from me. I only escaped because of my powers; the ability to warp between dimensions. My whole life was then changed for ever, first learning to wield a gun at age eight, and then starting my murdering spree at age ten. Nine years have passed, and I have abolished numerous worlds, too many for me to count. It was my own way of revenge against the universe for making me suffer. Finally I have come to a new world, one inhabited by strange creatures called Pokémon, and as I look upon this world of beauty, a new thought comes to my mind: 'Do I really want to do this?' I shake my head to clear the thought. 'No, I seriously don't care.'

Living in the future post- apocalyptic world, Two friends actually try to make it through, and warn the people of the past from actually isn't in danger. They both had no idea that the world would ever turn this way. The only question is, who actually created this blood shed and crisis? The answer is unknown, or is it?...

A BABY BRINGS SANITY BACK TO STRETCH!

There won't be a description because if there is, I'm gonna spoil all of you...

To live forever......to never truly perish.....it is a blessing, no? "No." Thought Mark Sanchez, "It is a curse." And as he slaughtered yet another opposing swordsman in his town. Unwillingly, he thought that he would never find the warrior that would slaughter him. Never. And he decided to start walking up the trail leading to a journey unheard of by any other man. A journey to achieve his eternal peace and silence. A quest to achieve death.

A sudden massacre occurs in a school where Jane, and her classmates try to figure out who's behind the massacre and how to stop it.

The smell of blood never leaves. The trail of blood never ends. Blacky Jackson may not have been a normal child, but she did have a normal life....up till the age of five, that is. Things went badly wrong after that, pushing her towards a blood filled path of slaughter. Things may have been set in motion when she lost her family. Or when she roamed the streets. Or when she first held a gun and sealed her heart. All she knew was that she had been dancing upon the palms of one lethal man. Even as she tried to escape from her bloody fate, at every corner guns were pointed at her, knives were thrown at her and people chased after her with time bombs, no less. Her life was turning out to be an endless pursuit for survival. Her sole thought was to live. It was a task, a duty, a prayer, a wish and a purpose in life that she clung on to move forward. How do you live? Breathing, staying alive, surviving.....but isn't that called merely existing?

La historia de un chico "normal" el cual crea una masacre, creado por una explosión de emociones que crearon todos alrededor de él y sobretodo, ella.

A weekend road trip across Texas takes a terrifying turn when five friends follow a forgotten county road that shouldn't exist. Stranded in an isolated stretch of ranch country, they uncover a family whose dark traditions have remained hidden for generations. As every escape leads them deeper into the nightmare, they realize the road wasn't a mistake.

Poème basé sur l'épisode 5 de la saison 8 de Games of Thrones, le massacre de Port Real. Il met en avant le fait que, pour les gens du communs, il n'y a aucune différence entre les actes de Cersei Lannister et Daenerys Targaryen. Les proies restent des proies, seul le prédateur change.

Witnessing his agony, I realized life was truly cruel. I was aware it was an unsavory subject and tended to fall out of our hands. But for him, all it ever was was cruel and weighing. It's because of this weight that I decided to hold his hand no matter how many times he slapped it away. Because I knew the agony of loneliness. Sequel: Komorebi (in progress)

A Sections where I cover up what I write, a lore about my take on the genre of horror. This will let me to expose much spoilers from my work, without having forgetting or messing up with my ideas. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Each stories have their own plot, somes are connected somes are not. Most of the times I tend to make franchises out of it if I had the nessecary time, but it really depends on my outside life. Reading this, most of them tend to blend out into a novelization based on a whole new level of a "campy" game, most game I make have either no plot or a nessecary lore into it. If you likes to read some thrillers, I suggest Someone in the Nights, but if you enjoy more in the part of psychological horror, take Seven Days. __________________________________________________________________________________ Expects the unravel of campyness, and enjoy the ride along the way.