Sickening Stories

Jung woo thinks Moon jo is dead but what if he isn't, what if it was all his head........read to find out??????

Sickening. That's how they live their afterlives. In an insane, twisted and vile manner. We killed him. The one who did this to us. I thought it was over, but they... they changed. From the friendly faces I once knew, emerged monsters. Can I blame them? No. Not at all. It doesn't change who they are. But beyond those acts.. it... it's still them. Their hearts just rusted, time claiming their insides, and their wonderful selves. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Foxy, the pirate fox, now the only semblence of humanity left in this damned place, sits in his cove. fabric moldy, curves basically engraved into the curtain, each of them telling their own tale through the journey that is afterlife. How they progressed after their lives were claimed by a maniac. They say after death you see darkness, but Foxy didn't expect that kind of darkness. One corrupting your soul, blooming flowers of hate at each passing moment. Escape is not an option. Go out into the public and you'll get rewarded with containment and experiments. Golden Freddy's words, no one questions them given how pissed he was that day. That corruption in his soul now spread to his body, sending agonising reminders at every step taken. Then there is the other way of escape... but death is long overdue. Finding inner peace is impossible, since you feel EVERY SINGLE THING whilst deactivated... or dismanteled... you name it, you'll still feel everything. The only escape Foxy had, was walking through the forest at night. No people, no problem. Staring at the nights sky, looking at how peaceful everything looked was that tiny puzzle piece foxy wanted in his life. True peace will never come, but hey, no matter how dark it gets, the sun will always rise. Little did he know that he would be the one to rise to the ocasion, and save someone who was never supposed to see the sins of humanity. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Art by Myinsanebestfriend on deviantart, placeholder till I draw my own cover ;w;)

In a cold, dark universe ravaged by war... life awakens. But innocence is twisted into a grotesque, merciless force-a monster bred to devour its enemies. He was forged for battle, hardwired for violence, and taught only cruelty. Yet in the shadows of his war-torn world, a fragile, young being may hold the power to awaken something he never knew he could be: gentle, caring and loved. Can a monster bred for blood learn to protect rather than destroy-or is he destined to remain a weapon, lost to the darkness forever?

𝙰𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved all all? --- 16+ Suggestive Themes, Suicidal Mentions --- Interactive! Credit to Alilynx!

THE CASSEROLE IS GONNA GIT YOU!!!!

A non-fiction story about my experiences and stories I've been told about my beautiful, wonderful grandmother.

A Poem about a real sick piece of shit individual who found enjoyment while committing acts of rape and child molestation... A repeat offender who kept getting slapped on the wrist.. This is a excessive overdramatization of what would've been a just scenario regarding his death... He did in fact die a few years ago but it wasn't fitting of his character... The contents of this poem, are fitting of his character...

He's so beautiful he makes me really happy I die just being around him. Angel is just a normal high school student like everyone else. Amazing best friend OK boyfriend but she has a secret.......She is falling for her dad

Heather Grace Wilson. A 16-year old girl with a big heart, intense philophobia, hypochondria, claustrofobia and a serious of other fears. Her biggest fear was Lucas Benett. A boy one year older than her with beatiful locks, hazel eyes and a godly face. He was so sweet to her, all the time. Except in real life, then, he ignored her. No man has ever made her feel so loved, yet worthless. This is the story of how a little crush can ruin you and your happiness. Hope you like my story! I really hope some of you relate to this, or else it would be really cringe.

One of the many problems i will encounter in my life and how I'm living through with it.

is there any chance that you would forget only one person in your life? who would it be? (this is my very first self-made story that i will be dropping here in watty, pls be nice to me. ik there are grammar lapses, miyanehh༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

When a sudden string of mysterious suicides occur in the city of San Francisco, Melanie Zhalt becomes one of the people to die. When she then wakes up in a mysterious room, her goal becomes to find out what is happening. Idk i suck at descriptions sorry lol

Tana is 16 years old. She is very healthy and athletic. What happens when she finds out that she has only months to live.

I'm not english so please excuse my grammar and vocab..

What would you do when you wake up one day and half the world is sick? And in a few months everyone who was sick are dead or died but still walking? Welcome to the lonely life of the immune.

Peado

this isn't your average romance story where the man is challeneged with his lustful needs for the woman he developed feelings for oh no this is a much darker story with a twisted sick love story. Isabelle is 23 she has been in a coma since the car accident that managed to kill her little girl in, it haunts her to even think about the same crash that killed her husband. she lives in a nightmare of imagination trying to get herself to wake up from a date of which she was almost run off the road. will her need to become the evil within be too much for her as she starts to slip into the darkness and leave the real world or will she fall to the hands of the man who stood by her in her hour of need and fight for him to over come the evil spirit that haunts her. Characters and plot belong to me any use of my writings are not allowed considering it is copyright please keep in mind this will contain lot's of mature content Viewer discretion is advised