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Editorial in the "Backlund Messenger" Special Edition - An unpublished manuscript. "Welcome to Backlund, where the air tastes of coal and secrets taste of blood. Here, we do not fear dragons or Dementors. We fear Printer's Ink. If Hogwarts is an ivory tower, then Backlund is a machine designed to grind down humanity. The Press-the Fourth Estate-has ascended the throne. Typewriters clatter to the rhythm of war. Front-page headlines carry more lethality than a Killing Curse. 'The Lucky One' Tristan enters this labyrinth not as a wizard, but as a target. Beneath the suffocating smog of this industrial city, gentlemen in tailored suits are shaking hands with devils. Truth is distorted, honor is auctioned off, and justice is nothing more than a luxury commodity. Tristan must learn to fight not with spells, but with information. To use lies as a shield against lies. To sow seeds of terror through whispers and rumors. The enemy remains faceless. He lurks behind the morning papers, watching with a cold smile as society collapses according to his script. In the mists of Backlund, he who holds the pen, holds Destiny. And be warned: by tomorrow morning, the name appearing in the Obituaries... might just be your own."

(!Cover art not mine!) Y/n wondered the dark forest, not knowing how she ended up there in the first place. She didn't want to admit it in any way, but she was lost. "Are you lost?" A deep, dark voice came from the inky forest showing a mere silhouette. "I'm Not Lost." ------ •Ok, so you are a girl in this, but you can mentally change it if you'd like. I'm not stopping you. •I'm not choosing what age you are in this book. Because, ya know.. use your imagination. •The Beast is just going to be seen as a silhouette, but if i want him to be seen in the day or something. I'll make a more aesthetically pleasing version, because this is a fanfic. (I made this because there's barely any 'The Beast x Readers' but i'm here now to fulfill your desires & dreams. I also made this because i'm randomly becoming obsessed with OTGW at the moment.) Basics: Y/n- your name S/c- skin color H/c- hair color H/l- hair length F/f- favorite food F/d- favorite drink F/c- favorite color s o, enjoy this fanfic with the monster that triggers some people's trypophobia. :)

When I becomes us. But the real question is, who are they.

This story is based off of the game "SCP Containment Breach". It's sort of a walkthrough, but it's going to be an actual story with thoughts, dialogue, and character development. I'm going to work hard to get this done before the end of 2017. I hope you enjoy. 😊

Can you hear that Pitter Patter of tiny feet?...No? well Meredith Colly can, shes had endless sleepless nights and it isnt because she brought a newborn baby home! do you dare to read this thriller based on a true story? its nothing you expect and everything you want.

Undated notes, found tucked within the pages of "Hogwarts: A History". "Do you believe you are reading a mere fairy tale? A story of the Boy Who Lived, of lightning-shaped scars, of a clear line drawn between Good and Evil? Wake up. This year, Hogwarts plays host to an uninvited shadow. He did not arrive from Platform 9 ¾ by ordinary means. He stepped out from the fissures of forgotten dreams. Tristan-is it a name, or a warning? When the Sorting Hat touched his brow, it saw neither the bravery of Gryffindor nor the cunning of Slytherin. It saw an abyss. It saw a chessboard where the pieces move of their own accord. He gazes through ancient stone walls, sees the pulsing veins of the castle, and hears the whispers of the Basilisk slithering in the dark. He is not here to play the hero saving the damsel. He is here to rewrite the rules. Trust not what you see. Trust not the scripted plot. For when 'The Observer' opens his eyes, reality begins to fracture. The play has begun, but the playwright has been replaced."

"Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see." Edgar Allen Poe's The System of Dr. Tarr and Prof. Father Anna's grandma passed away unexpectedly, leaving her with the apartment. Is it Anna's only inheritance?

"Who are you?!" "You don't have to know about me, because you already know me." "Then who are you?!" "Guess who?" //HORROR//

As a way to better myself as a writer I've decided to challenge myself this October. This book will begin on October 1st and end of October 31st. Everyday I will push myself to write and publish a chapter. I honestly do not know where this book is going, what will happen, or how it will end. But that is a journey we can take together! Since this is the month of October there will be a spooky, Halloween spirit, twist to this story. This challenge was inspired by a friend of mine, who wants to better herself as an artist, participating in Gore-tober. I went searching for a writer's verse and, when I was unable to find one, I ended up creating one myself!

a millitary squad of 4 are sent on a mission to investigate a Outpost,once arrived the only thing left was dead body's, and something else

Bill Cipher travels to The Unknown, looking for a power source to fulfill his plans. The Beast, (unbeknown to Bill) is one step ahead and knows what he needs--The Lantern. Will Bill make a deal? Read on, to see what his journey entails when Bill Cipher enters, The Unknown. *Author's Note* This is a FanFiction with Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) and The Beast (Over the Garden Wall), I do not own these characters.

When 17-year-old Claire goes missing the quiet town of Wellspring is no longer silent. Followed by the arrival of the new family, the Moores. Dogs barking at night, cars going off when nothing touched them, and the house everyone stays away from. It can't be a coincidence that the Moores moved into that very house, Moore Manor.

Hi my name is Emma and lets just say im in a zombie apocalypse fighting for my life with my crush from high school and my baby brother i mean how much worse can this get.

Have you ever wanted to just fly away ?? To escape the word you live in now and find another

But where have we come and where shall we end? If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend...

Sweet dreams are made of feelings..

Eric,a boy alone in Antarctica, his only home being an igloo. After turning fifteen his need for adventure gets the best of him. He leaves his only home to search out The Unknown. Read this book to discover what lies ahead in this teen's future.

What lurks in the dark