Slit Stories

| Part 2 of The War Girl | It's a dog eat dog world, some would say. As soon as one lets their guard down for more than a moment, snap! Their throat has been ripped out. We thought we escaped fury road unscathed, but we could not have been more wrong. The thirst for power, sharpened by the desire for revenge, would be our downfall. ~~ I do not own Mad Max nor do I own the photos I used to make the cover! Happy reading :*

The colors that spill from my wrist are more than they seem.

[author note] Hi! so it is my first time writing a story here and I wanted to go and try to do it as I have a lot of imagination about the story and how it would be developping. I hope you all will enjoy and comment what you like or not. Sorry for my poor english if I do mistakes sometimes. [Y/N ] = your name [e/c ] = eyes color [h/c ] = hair color ~I know everyone already know what it means but I put it here for new readers in wattpad etc. ~ :) I don't own any art post here all credits to the artists which I don't know who.. sorry 😅😅 -Small summary- All start with Hanzo's pov living style as he still feeling guilty for his brother's states. Somehow a stranger(it is you) stole his target and that's at this moment every will change for him. A little note: Hanzo is only introduce in the beginning and later in much more further chapters genji will be introduce too so be patient :)

A class of 25 decide to sneak into a Haunted Mall but it wasn't what it seemed

This isn't a joke I want to slit my wrist

"No fangs... Huh?" being a vampire was quite different than Julious had ever thought. He hadn't really thought about it. He just wasn't interested in that kinda stuff. "Then how do I...?" this meant he had to just now consider how to go about his new life. "I'm warm?" And yes, it was life. He hadn't died. He hadn't come back. "God... He sounds so sweet..." now, Julious was able to endure new experiences like the sweetness of a throbbing pulse. The entoxicating aroma of vanilla lifting through the air like a leaf swaying in the bitter autumn wind, delightful. Dreadful? He couldn't tell. He couldn't take it. " Then why does he have fangs?..." there were many things he couldn't understand. "Almonds?" it got easier, but the issue still stood. "Where do I get my next... meal...?"

These are my dark, twisted and violent poems. They're a combination of both my long and short piece's of poetry. Please do enjoy if you read them! Thank you!

"Dreams. They seem so real at the time. But when you wake up, they're gone. Maybe I just haven't woken up to sanity yet." He follows me. Night and day, he watches me. He turns me into his little marionette, controling my every move. But is he even real? Or have I lost the tiny piece of sanity left for me?

Poems about the things that go on in my mind.

Do u wanna know how see feels?

Two girls. Both popular but in different ways. One from Oklahoma, the other from Illinois. What happens when they meet? True story, peeps! :D *Honestly, the book is better than the summary, so just read it!* Made by combined work by @ValentineRose and @XxDyingMemoriesxX

Trust me what can be more entertaining than a camp full with stero typed girls who get murdered ...

After Lumini's unfortunate death during winter one year, the rest off the froends seem to be slowly dropping like flies. Now with all these friends dying, somehow all in the same forest, some say they still are there. Whispers spread quicker than vines, and soon it becomes common knowledge that this forest is haunted and all who enter never return and shall soon join the ghostly choir.