Notgraphic Geschichten

Even before the boy with the lightning-shaped scar entered the Dursley household, there were problems deeper than the eyes could see, and Dudley Dursley was stuck in there too. I'll add more to the description as it comes along, I guess. As of right now, there is no updating schedule, I update when I write, I write when I feel like it. There are dark themes but I'm not planning on adding graphic violence of any sort. I'm thinking more along the lines of manipulation, gaslighting, maybe a tiny bit of physical stuff but it won't be described, more mentioned in passing if I add it.

Eliette Acord: A Victim or Ruthless Killer? This morning, our team was given access to a recording of Miss Eliette Acord where she speaks about why she killed her boyfriend, Chas Dionysus [transcript on page 8]. Miss Acord will be given a prison sentence of 16 years- for murder and use of an illegal firearm. When we interviewed the lead detective of this case, Andrew Callahan, he said "Miss Acord is an unusual case in which she showed absolutely zero sympathy or regret for what she has done. I feel as though that had she not been caught; she would be committing more murders as we speak." She is to be sentenced come June 14th. More of this to come later. __________________ A prologue story based on "Red Card" by S.L. Gilbow The chapters are short as they are based entirely on scenes. I recommend reading with no WiFi. Enjoy!

Kongpob cannot cook, but he's desperate to make P'Arthit breakfast. Over one week he learns that there are many ways to make an omelet, but that there are consequences when you get it wrong! Set after SOTUS S, from an idea by my friend Bern! No Mature scenes, the title comes from the saying, You Can't make an omelet without Breaking a few eggs!

"You shouldn't be reading this." It started with flickering lights. A strange chill. A page under Christopher's pillow, describing moments that hadn't happened-yet. The Sturniolo triplets can't escape the feeling of being watched. Shadows stretch too far, silence presses too thick, and the pages keep appearing, predicting every word they'll speak, every move they'll make. Rip them. Burn them. It doesn't matter. The story continues. And the ending? It's already written. TLDR: A psychological horror story where the triplets find strange pages predicting their lives, and things spiral into supernatural horror. Read tags, but there's nothing too graphic (First Chapter is Author's Note and Last Chapter is the Trigger Warnings)

han jisung loved moonless nights because they were as dark as his mind - One-shot - (nothing is graphic here but it's implied if you're triggered by any of the tags please do not read ❤︎)

COMPLETED Tobio finds himself biting his lip when Tooru leans in, his lips dangerously close to the shell of Tobio's ear, lips barely grazing the skin while the bright flush continues to spread when Tooru finally speaks. "My treasure." Tobio shivers, Tooru's voice is quiet, his body tense and visibly trembling. But Tobio knows better, Tooru is pissed. Tobio can tell from the way Tooru's tone is low and holds a promise of the thinly hidden danger in the barely restrained anger laced thickly in Tooru's husky tone when he pulls back and looks Tobio dead in the eyes. "Who did this to you?" • - Cover art does not belong to me. The credits of these two amazing arts go to their respective creators. - Characters do not belong to me. Copyright to Haikyuu manga/anime.

Morgan ropes Alex into a heist that has them dressed as team rocket in a stage play. Alex is Jessie, Morgan is James. Alex fights many heroes at once, and wins. For @lighthouseraiders hostage negotiation. Morgan and Alex are characters by lighthouseraiders, I do not own them. Jessie, James, and Ash are owned by the creator of pokemon, not me.

A short "Canterbury Tales" inspired exemplum I wrote for my English class. It's written in the sense that it's a story being told by one of the pilgrims. I'll leave the deeper message of the story to the interpretation of the reader.