Sarahmkj Stories

Y/n is happy where she is. She works hard and has good friends. She doesn't remember her past but it doesn't bother her. Her restless nights do. Y/n- your name F/c- favorite color F/a- favorite animal H/t- home town My first two creepypasta x reader books had a picture on each chapter. They are pretty time-consuming and dificut to make. If you all want me to still do them I will. Just let me know :). (Made another Jason the Toymaker book because I'm madly in love with him. PLEASE POP THROUGH YOUR BLUE DOOR AND SWEEP ME AWAY!!)

White skin. Black eyes. White lips. Black tentacle hair. White pointed teeth. Black dress. Y/n has a protective father and is given limited time outside. She has no favorite color and no favorite hobby other than reading and killing. She is outside only during moon-lit nights. White moon. Black sky. White stars. Black shadows. There is no such thing as color to her. Only black, white, and gray. Light and shadow is the only thing she knows. My first two creepypasta x reader books had a picture on each chapter. They are pretty time-consuming and difficult to make. If you all want me to still do them I will. Just let me know :).

My emotions are trapped inside of me. I try to express them freely. I've tried for years, but I always fail. The kids in my school call me Blank Face. They sing and mock me. They think that I don't care. They think that I am an empty vessel rather than a person, but they are wrong. I am empty only on the outside. They don't understand. They never will. ---- I've watched her walk around in the woods with her friends many times. Emptyness. That's all I see in her face. Plain. That's all I hear in her voice. At first, my intension was to kill her. But then something happened that changed everything. *Strong language* This is my first X Reader fan fiction. So I don't have any experience in this kind of thing. But it will be good to try something new. (I know that Toby twitches/ticks, I'm just too lazy to put in every twitch he makes. He ticks throughout the whole story, it's just not in writing.) Key: Y/N- your name E/C- eye color H/C- hair color F/C- favorite color F/B- favorite book ________- time skip

Talutah is a little strange, but the only one who cares about me. Unlike my mother who takes out all of her drunken rage on me. Like me, Talutah had enough of her. Unlike me, Talutah is not afraid to kill. She is insane, but she is still my best friend. No one belives in her existence. Nobody understands. Text in bold- voices in head Text italicized- Talutah talking (Text in bold and italicized is Talutah's voice in head. Same for Sully. y/n- your name h/c- hair color e/c- eye color f/s- favorite candy My first two creepypasta x reader books had a picture on each chapter. They are pretty time-consuming and difficult to make. If you all want me to still do them I will. Just let me know :).

(The Art of a Monster Prequel) When it comes to art, Stefano never wastes an opportunity. He never let passion and inspiration leave his grasp. He wanted the whole world to know his name and see his talent. But with so many other competitors, it became difficult. Even when Stefano moved to Krimson with his mother, he still struggled. He was beyond desperate to show the world what he could do. When war struck, Stefano saw an opportunity.

Stefano Valentini. A 25 year old serial killer in Krimson. Creative and charming. Confident and calm from his passion, but angry and scared from his secrets. Valeria Leone. A simple 24 year old girl who works at a coffee shop in Krimson as well as the opera house. Talented and humble. Loved by some from her kindness, but disliked by many from their jealousy. __________________________ "The sick bastard is finally dead. I don't know what made him think that he was an artist." Sebastian said as he sat down in the chair. "Maybe it wasn't a what. Perhaps it was a who." Tatiana replied before Sebastian gave her a key. "What kind of person would want to be near a monster?" Sebastian said. Tatiana was quiet for a second. "Everyone has a dark side detective. You, me, him. Everyone. Some have managed to fight it. Some have tried but failed. Others decide to embrace it." Tatiana said as she unlocked a locker and took out a few bullets. Sebastian sighed. "He must have really embraced it then." He said as Tatiana gave him the bullets. "No one has the power to fight it alone. Perhaps he lost the battle against his monster when he lost his ally." Tatiana replied as she started to draw on the board. "I doubt that he even tried to fight it." Sebastian said under his breath. "And you have detective?" Tatiana said as she looked back at him. Sebastian was quiet. He couldn't think of a reply. He knew that he never tried to stop his alcoholic habits. "Don't be so quick to judge people when you have just as much evil within yourself." Tatiana said before Sebastian got up. "There are many sides to one story detective. Next time, read them all before you judge." She finished as Sebastian started to walk away. She was right. As much as he didn't want to admit it, she was right. Perhaps he should know the whole story about Stefano. Perhaps he should know the story of a person and the meaning behind the art of a monster.

An accident during a competition shattered her life in the horse world. Her life is now in a wheelchair. Her only friend on main campus was a shattered doll that she fixed and took care of. She didn't know that the porcelain doll will change her life. For the better or the worst she doesn't know. Yet. I don't see a lot of these so decided to give it a try. I needed another project to work on while I do "Blank Face". I might do one more Creepypasta. *Contains strong language* Y/N- your name L/N- last name E/C- eye color H/C-hair color F/C- favorite color Hrs/C-horse color F/R- favorite restraunt ___- time skip pov- point of view

Halloween. Y/n's favorite holiday. All she has to do is put on a mask and no one will know it's her. Bullies can't find her even if she was standing in front of them. She keeps her costume secret every year to keep bullies from discovering who she is. But they aren't the only ones who are unaware. My first two creepypasta x reader books had a picture on each chapter. They are pretty time-consuming and difficult to make. If you all want me to still do them I will. Just let me know :).

Y/n is the best in the swim team. Swimming is her favorite hobby, but living in a house right by the river isn't really her idea of a dream home. She fears the murky water more than anything. Who knows what could be lurking below the surface. My first two creepypasta x reader books had a picture on each chapter. They are pretty time-consuming and difficult to make. If you all want me to still do them I will. Just let me know :).

High school. The time to think about the future. Where to go. What to do. The time for students to make memories with friends in school. But not every student. Y/n's friends moved out of town to a different school. She could talk to them on her phone, but she was alone in the school. There was no one to talk to or hang out with. Picking partners in classes felt awkward. Sitting alone during lunch was depressing. Freshman year and Sophomore year were the hardest years of school. It was Junior year when y/n found a letter in her locker. There was no name. Just a smiling face. My first two creepypasta x reader books had a picture on each chapter. They are pretty time-consuming and difficult to make. If you all want me to still do them I will. Just let me know :).