Mutilations Stories

When humanity turned wicked, God wept and the Rapture came. It took the pure of heart, leaving the rest behind in a ruined world where Hell and Earth crashed together. Now, time and space are more myth than fact. A sentient, toxic, pale fog swallows the land, twisting the remaining survivors into beastfolk, demons, and mushroom men, while corrupted churches preach blood rituals and dark magic. A lone wanderer, Ion, must navigate the ever-shifting expanse, a journey requiring a blind step into the unknown. As the line between the living, the dead, and the damned blurs entirely, the only question left is: what happens when you finally stop running and let the pale mist consume you?

( histoire tirer de certaine réalité mélanger avec ma créativité pour créer une sorte de creepypasta.. si vous êtes pas contents que "j'invente" un creepypasta, ce n'est pas mon problème ) ( une histoire d'une seul partie de 1782 mots ne faite pas attention au faute d'orthographe j'ai encore de la difficultée)

ce n'est qu'une lame , qui entaille tes poignets , tes bras , tes jambes , enfin tout y est passer... Oui certaines personnes te disent que c'est débile , que sa ne sert a rien , c'est juste qu'ils ont trouver un autre moyen de.. a oui , de se calmer , de tout oublier , même juste un instant . Juste une seconde , ouai c'est immense contre quelque entaille , quelque goute de ton sang... Quelque goutes d'eau , des larmes verser , juste le tant de les sécher que tu te souviens déjà de tout , que se qui te dégoute le plus , c'est que tu te sente encore en vie... Que tu respire , que tu parle , que tu penses... Ouai pour moi tes atteinte d'une maladie moins rare que l'on croit , une maladie qui te pousse a te détestée , a te mutilée .. Cette maladie ce prénomme le suicide. mais cette maladie c'est toi qui l'appelle... Va-si , continue a te mutilée , après tu ne pourra plu regretter . Après ce jours ou tu fera le trait de trop... Ce jour ou tes proche te pleureront , où ils te crieront leurs amour auquel tu ne croyais pas.. Mais sa sera juste le jour ou tu va nous quitter.. Ou cette maladie t'arrachera la vie a la quelle tu tenait toujours sans le savoir... Mais bon , tu n'a qua continuer. De toute façon tu ne tien pas suffisamment a la vie pour la retenir.

[PAS DE DISCRIPTION]

Five years after jasmine herendez went missing, she was found naked and almost dead in front of a police station. A year of recovery and now she wants to tell the world, via a mystery channel and video tapes, her story.

"Run, you must run!" "Daddy! Nooooo!" It's that same nightmare all over again. She was powerless to stop the death of her father but at least she has her sister and brother. Crysta Lei Euschwein was driven a bit mad when she was a little girl, but if you ask her, she'll say it just made the world more fun. A killer at the age of five, she loves nothing more than a good fight and a night of drinking and vulgarity. But when she learns of the man who is responsible for her life being thrown in disarray she sets off for revenge and adventure, possibly becoming the empire's most feared warrior in the process. And she won't let anything or anyone stand in her way. She's the kind of girl who'll KILL for a good time!

WARNING: THIS STORY MAY TRIGGER. This story is told in a point-of-view to help the readers imagine themselves as the main character, going through the addiction of self-harm/self-injury. I do use some of my own experience in this work, but most of it is a compilation of the stories of people i know who also battle self-harm. The characters' names and the names of the people who inspired the creation of said characters, are in no way similar. My intentions are to help other people who suffer from self harm, over-come the addiction, and depict the point-of-view of a person who self-harms. I will not tolerate hateful/spiteful comments on this work. If you wish to message me personally to talk about an experience, to talk about recovering, or to ask for advice on the subject matter, i strongly encourage it. I am here to help.

Poèmes

salut , moi cest bella je ne compte pas écrire une histoire fictive comme les autres mais mon histoire , la mienne avec des mots qui peuvent choquer mais tampis.

Mindless sadomasochism. For those with queasy stomachs and feelings that are easily hurt, this story is not for you. I insist sticking with children's books about kittens and puppies. Thank you.

This is a short story for the paranormal Halloween contest. I hope I win and I hope everyone will support me. But be warned, I'm not pretty with horror stories. I'm gruesome and inappropriate. So have fun reading. Oh and the last word is the six hundred and sixty sixth word. Ironic ending I'd say.

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A story about a boy named Crimson, He was born with albinism, and has red eyes to go with it, people bully him mainly for his eyes, people tend to love his snowy white hair and eyelashes and his pale complextion. Follow the story as we see how he progresses from a normal boy into a cold blooded serial killer.

Voici l'histoire d'une adolescente, Avec une vie totalement décalée...

Shadow was a kidnapped test subject who was one day put through unimaginable torture. After being disfigured, rescued, then betrayed Shadow felt herself snap. Her skill proved herself worthy to an unknown entity who brought her to his realm to help in his game.

Cameron is a manipulative, sociopathic, serial killer that stalks the streets at night in search of prey, but tonight, the tables might be turned on him.