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It's something people strive for, but as life has it, not all people do.

End me

This is a story about a man. It is a horror story and I have been working on this for quite some time wih my friend and I found wattpad, a place to publish my story. This is my first time doing this so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it. Its not much of a horror though as it involves the cutting of the oh so precious and I don't think just reading something without any audio will be enough this is the first book and the 2nd book will be @kidzcorpz here on wattpad

He stared at her with such tender warmth as he finally drew parallel with someone who'd been through as much as him. And she too took warmth in the benevolent eyes that gazed at her whole hearted countenance for who she truly was. Until a stream of scarlet flowed beneath them. #1 in Severed #13 in TaeTae begin:- 201128

My life had been completely and utterly normal up until a strange chain of events. This dramatic turn in my life had taken a great toll on me. I'm walking home in one moment, but in the next, I'm struggling for my life. Trying to keep that softly pounding rhythm inside my chest that seems to grow faster everytime I choke. Trying to keep the air in. The blood in.

Ive been living in depression for years and it has me in a stage where i cant even open up to anybody to talk about my issues. This Depression started after i lost my grandmother due to a heart attack and ik shes completely happy and alive in Heaven. And that year since, ive been down and hurt alot bc my life dont sit well without her🥺💔. Years later back in middle school, i didnt expect my favorite geography teacher who never troubled me- to pass away so soon😭💔 That really broke me alot bc he was a good person and nice. He was even a pastor that knew so much and i missed hearing him talk🥺. This happened November 2018. And in that same year and month- ive got the unexpected that happened to me while i was still going to middle school. No one didnt know about my hidden pregnancy except for me and a few frens i was going to school with. And it hurted me alot when after my favorite 8th grade geography teacher passed away, ive lost my 1st child inside of me and it really shocked me😭💔🥺. Ive lost her at two weeks and it wasnt like even a month when she died. But ill never forget those nights, i had pain always on my right side of where she would kick at. Ive lost my grandma, my teacher i admired and baby in the same month and it left a scar on my heart for a long period of time. Up until this day, ive been sad alot. Depressed and stressed alot. No one understands me frl bc everyone plays fake at times and the only person i can turn to for guidance and healing and help is the Lord Jesus Christ because he seen my hurt and pain and ik he has my lossed ones up there in heaven. And someday, ill be up there too.🥺

Between the greatest of the sufferings, the prettiest flowers bloom. (Art in the cover does not belong to me).

Connor Johansen is just a normal wizard boy, until his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he uncovers secrets of his family's past. Can Connor find out the truth about his father? Or will his past remain a secret lost in the pages of history forever.

This is an excerpt from my first story SDITF, which is currently incomplete. The excerpt is not going to tell you explicitly, but this excerpt does not take place in the present era of the main story. I am also not going to tell you exactly what anything in this excerpt means, so you will have to piece it together yourself. Enjoy! Also, the main reason I wrote this, was for a state writing contest within highschools in orlando. Anyways, enjoy! (this shit is written in a very confusing way on purpose, just look at the tags.)

Reckless Rascals

Where my left hand lays, limply resting on my thigh, there is something wrong. For a moment I cannot deem the reason it looks wrong, but it does. Something about the picture disturbs me, and it's not just because of the blood caked to my pasty skin and bony knuckles. It dawns on me why the picture looks wrong. Honestly, it takes me a moment. When the realization hits I fight the urge to vomit. I'm fairly certain I haven't always had four fingers on my left hand.

You ever thought about applying for a job you see in the paper. Ever wonder what psycho might be lurking behind the innocent words. A bloody thrill ride into a world of murder and madness. Leave sanity at the door. You've just walked into something you won't survive.

Ian's magic is a part of him. It is him. So he feels the pain when its being taken away from him, the lightfoot brothers go on a new adventure to find who is hurting ian. P.s roses are red Violets are blue I dont own onward Or the amazing fanart above So please dont sue

Numbness makes you unaware of what you feel... [I'm releasing a few poems before "Lanie:The True Persona." Which is compilation of poems throughout 2012-2016.]

Recently edited. What would you do if you got a Facebook friend request from someone you don't know? Find out what happens to Jessica as she figures out just how wrong it is to accept strangers on Facebook... *Updated*; I will be posting all of the stories here. It will consist of three stories as of right now. And if I get positive feedback, I will post more related to the Facebook mythology. All of these stories are completely original and you fans make this all worthwhile! Every one of your votes and comments are are special to me. You guys are all amazing! Have fun reading about the horrors of The Severed Head-Hunter and try to guess what happens next !

I think one of the saddest things anybody could ever say is 'please don't leave me'