Scorn Stories

I clutched the gun to my chest. The blood on my hands, outfit and hair knotted with it. The body stared up at her, mocking her. I finished the job. But why did I feel so empty. The assignment was to kill the target, not everyone that I did. But they always said whatever it takes to get the job done. I killed people for a living. I was good at what I did... I enjoyed what I did. Memories were filling my mind too quickly to stop them so I just let them run their course. *** His weight disappeared from me and his hand grabbed the front of my leather jacket and yanked me to my feet. One of his hands were wrapped around me throat while the other was flicking a switch blade back and forth. I stared at it, flicking in and out addicted to the trance. I looked up as his voice interrupted me. "What am I going to with you Liza?" "I don't know brother. Why don't you tell me?" "Hmm," his fingers brushed my face. He was vulnerable; I stepped on his feet and watched as he yelped in pain. I reached for the gun on the mantle behind me. I cocked the gun, the safety clicked off. "Liza?" His voice was weak and frightened. "Please." He was always a good actor. His eyes were betraying his words. They were dark with vengeance and fury. His body lunged towards me. I pulled the trigger, hearing a noise echo in my ears. I dropped the gun on the ground. My feet slowly dragged my body over to Liam's body. His fair blonde hair was turning a darkish yellow red from the blood spilling from his lifeless body. Previously named: 'I'm Back, And Now I Have A Gun'

A modern poetry book about lost love, break ups, betrayal, deception, rejection, and everything after that... My thoughts, my feelings, my own modern poetry.

VI.XII.XVIII "Sometimes places that seem familiar and safe can sometimes be the walls that close us in. Bound inside, and wrapped in chains by those who held your heart and trust, or even called you friend. Chained in secrets till you're encapsulated in a web of lies trying to protect those, who in the end leave you to fend alone in the dark. So, you sit in the shadows, waiting for someone to take your hand and save you. Yet, over time, when no one is there, you forget who you are and where you're going. The world seems against you, the road is blurry and every step makes you question what's around the corner; but don't be afraid. Let the flame inside your chest guide you." - E.H

❝ WE ARE ALL THE BAD IN SOMEONE'S STORY. ❞ do not copy. all rights reserved ⓒ 𑁍 blue rose awards | first place in poetry & second place in unknown story

Naruto is seen as a dead last and a dope, but is that who he really is? No. In fact he is not weak he is not 12 like the rest of them and he is not an academy student. The mask he has only a few people know about is about to be discovered.

The SCP world has been known for housing a number of supernatural entities for the sake of humanity's normalcy and to keep them safe. And there is no exception of these 4 entities. A virus for the instinctual god. The symbiotic organism for the ruler of the abyss. The mechanical alien scarab from the reach, and the Nano machines of the intellectual god. Can these anomalies make a difference to the foundation, or would the fall into despair, failing to recreate their lives?

Life is hard being a teenager it's worse being a teenage werewolf and its gets worse when your a teeenage werewolf during a war, and life gets harder when your mate is on the enemy's side, and you just happen to be a leading member in the opposing army. Ya life as a teenage werewolf is hard.

Can she escape from his manipulative ways, or will she forever remain attached, swinging from the masters strings forever?

Beale slacks off.

Angelika had heard stories of people suffering in diaspora. She had it all. A quality education, better than she would have hoped for back at home. Steady income. Everything she had ever wished for. Then suddenly, Gabe dies...........

Request characters from the destiny franchise

Sixteen-year old Dante Evadoni is a normal boy with a normal life - he's in eleventh grade, he has a fair few friends, he's not popular and he's quiet - and a problem that has followed him for two years: he's heels over head in love with a girl he can't seem to get over. Seventeen-year old Carolynn Quirox is in the same grade level as Dante, in the same circle of friends, although a bit apart from him. For two years, she has been avoiding Dante in an attempt to make him forget about her. She has never felt anything for Dante, believing that he isn't the one. Then, after some practices and one dance during a party, everything turns upside down. Just as Dante feels that his life has finally begun to go uphill, he is plagued by a memory that compels him to consider the way things are and how things should be. What happens when the past he needs to forget becomes the only way he can be happy? After that one party, Dante seems to be a different person in the eyes of Carolynn. She is confused at first, but the longer she tries to come to grips with her views of Dante, the more she realizes what she has been overlooking. How could someone she has known and avoided for two years seem to change in one evening? The two are forced apart, brought together, and both can't help wondering if they truly are meant to be without one another. Laden with dances, music, laughter, and heartbreak, 'Relapse' is the story of what happens when the first of feelings refuse to die out.

Titans, strong...mighty. Warlocks; wise...powerful. Hunters; fast...and deadly. Me? I'm a Hunter. Not a big fan of fireteams. Much rather working alone with nothing but a good ol' Flaming Gun and a knife. Cayde personally sends me out on reconnaissance missions that Zavala or Ikora wouldn't usually approve of. And I'm okay with that. Zavala is too busy being a leader to go on the front lines and Ikora 's always got her nose in a book with her Warlock...iness. Cayde is the only one I actually like. Partly because he's a Hunter...and Exo, like me. According to Cayde...I'm the best Hunter he's ever seen...second only to him, of course. The name's Charlie-37...and I realize...that I'm probably boring you right now. But hey, wait till you meet this mystery Exo lady. I don't know her name. But I sure as hell would like to know. But of course...something got in the way...some big ugly Cabal...named...Gary, or, uh, something along those lines. I don't know. Don't really care. But he messed with my Light. And now I want him dead preferably by way of a fancy shmancy magical flaming bullet...in his face. ©CORPSE_IS_GOD All Rights Reserved. I only own my character and his storyline. I own nothing else. That goes to BUNGIE. Do not steal this story.

REPENT... AND BEG FOR MERCY. The new Messiah sits on the throne of St. Peter's. Across the world, the faithful rise up to reclaim God's kingdom with blood and fire. The heathen hordes are exterminated without mercy, while the flames of Hell laugh with wicked delight... Yet there are those who would stand against this new terror, no matter the cost. And they will endure scorn and persecution that will test their bodies and spirits to the breaking point. The world cries out for God, and when He answers, all shall listen. And all shall be judged...