Nohappyendings storie

it's horror short story if your stomach weakens while reading this I have met my goal I'm a very passionate person and a bit disturbing if you don't like Gross creepy and twisted thing this short story is not for you but please enjoy

Tristien turned and paced right up to me, he looked me straight in the eyes but held the same angry expression, I mirrored it. "You're not afraid are you?" He whispered, "of you, no! Of Raidne, yes" I replied. Tristien's expression softened into a more.. Well I've never seen this expression before so I wouldn't know what to call it. "I like you, you're not like other girls." Tristan whispered and before I could reply he grabbed my waist and kissed me. My eyes were left wide open, I was astounded! Tristien's smiled mid kiss and said "it's rude to kiss with your eyes open." He continued kissing me, how did he know my eyes were open! I slowly started closing my eyes, it felt like I was melting, his grip was so strong around my waist and the softness of his lips was enough to make my spine shiver. Wait what was happening?... Why is he kissing?... He was just throwing me across the room!... Why am I enjoying this... Oh I am as confused as you are.

"When you're this big, people fear you. I'm like this mountain. Large and strong on the outside, but empty and hallow on the inside." "You are like this mountain, majestic and full of wonder."

What happens when there's a darker side of a fairytale? Here's my version of a well...not so happy ending.... Remember sleep is for the weak.....heh heh

Read and find out. Tw: hints at suicide, self-harm, and murder. Actual suicide. It's super short, comment and tell me how it is.

This is a story my friend (Hayden Tester) made up and I am going into it with more detail and publishing I for him sooo hope you enjoy it (even though like no one will read it 😂) don't expect to much

[COMPLETED] What if I whispered to you a tale of a world concealed in the shadows, lurking just beyond our sight? A realm woven with ancient magics, where princes and princesses once reigned, where ogres, elves, unicorns, and fairies roamed the forgotten paths. Yet, what if I also told you that this world, which seems so familiar, is not the one of wonder you've imagined? The enchantments are fading, and the stories you cherish-those tales of hope and light-have no place here. There are no happy endings. But as with all stories, there is a beginning. And this one starts with the tale of the little red riding hood. The lore retold- a boy clad in crimson, far from little. He is the Red Hood, and his path is stained with truths long buried beneath the weight of legends. The time has come to unravel the threads of myth from reality, and in doing so, reveal the darkness that festers at the heart of it all. DARE TO DEFY DESTINY?

How can someone see how much pain I am in and do nothing? (On a temp hiatus for editing's sake)

The story of a girl with her own story

People from my Murder drones x Reader scenarios may recognize this concept. But this is where it goes into full effect. --- What happens when a Virus that was never meant to touch organic matter, touches organic matter. Well, nothing good, as you know.

idk yet :D

What were they testing? I don't know How did it escape? I don't know Death is certain? Yes. You can call me C if you want to give me a name. The worlds ending so it doesn't mean anything, all that's important now is to be there. To just be alive. The stairs in society have be stormed, its no longer home ,school, work and the grave; now it's only the difference between breathing and not breathing so I'm taking every last breath I can from this damned place down with me to hell if there is such a place.

Who know just texting the wrong number could cause so much.. Chaos, damage, and change. 🚬🔪💣⚰️💵

This is a collection of random sad thoughts that I turned into stories, or writing prompts I have come across. These are one shots, and like the title suggests there will be no happy endings. So buckle up, you're in for a rough ride.

We don't date. We don't talk about it. And we definitely don't tell anyone. He's my best friend. He's also the only person who knows what I sound like when I'm not pretending. At night, I dream about him. During the day, I act like I don't care. He grabs me. I sit on him. Nobody flinches. That's just how we are. He says he misses me. He says he can be himself with me. And I know exactly what that means - because I'm the same way with him. But I won't date him. I won't have kids. I don't want the life everyone expects me to want. So we stay here - in the shadow of something real. Touching. Pulling away. Playing the game until one of us breaks. This isn't a love story. It's a story about wanting something you can never own

Not only just random stories. But Random stories with blood, death. Call me an sicko. Lol. Not. WARNING: these stories are full of blood, knifes, people dying. Then these stories aren't for you. Just saying, knowing me and the stuff I write about probably would scar the mind. (This book is where I write random short stories in when I'm bored and stuff).

dont fucc a clocc