Uneasy Stories

The 228th Black Ops were a very small specialized battalion of clones in the Grand Army of the Republic Which eventually grew into a very large Corps. They are a special ops branch from the 10th System Army. It consisted of three companies which included: Shadow Company, Steel Company, and Onyx Company, all of which have the same camouflage with various color alterations for their armor. Many members of the 228th were encouraged to camouflage their weapons to match their armor, this was because the 228th would often conduct stealth operations and act behind enemy lines and black was often seen as one of the worst colors to have your weapon as it didn't blend into any environment. Except for the Darkness... Unlike many clone military organizations the 228th didn't train their members since the beginning of their clone lives, but instead, hand-picked clones who excelled in combat movement and tactical theory. This was because they valued the thought and theory of combat more than the run and gun tactics clones were often trained to use. After clones were chosen for joining the 228th, they were trained in the basics in all kinds of different sections of specialization, i.e. Engineering, Medical Knowledge, disarming explosives, hacking, close combat, torture, etc. ***NOTE*** this story is constantly developing. The 228th's Main history is completed, smaller side missions will still be developed continually!!!

Ayesha Grace Navara Dave Raphael Navara Friends Trops Siblings But what if they feel in love to each other? Can they be together? Or a they will chossing to be a sibling forever and keep the truth that they are not meant to be becaise they are only a SIBLINGS!!!

Archaeologists uncover a skeleton sealed upright in clay, only to realize it guards a mass grave beneath the earth. When disturbed, the ancient dead begin to stir, reclaiming all who dare to awaken them.

Whenever you have the uneasy heart, you will be easily to express anything towards others either in words or acts. In behalf to reduce a lot of broken hearts, expressing it with feelings just to keep in mind that not only you having problems.

This is the story of a little girl named Lily who was lost in the scary forest due to some unforseen turn of events was lost in the woods

It doesn't mean that you're weak, sometimes, that's the only way you express your emotions. <3

You know that gut feeling you get when something is wrong? Don't ignore that or it could cost you everything.

Archaeologists uncover an ancient skeleton in a forgotten valley, but as they dig deeper, the earth begins to stir-whispers rise from the pit, tools corrode overnight, and one by one, they vanish until only fresh bones remain among the ancient dead.

Collection of short stories of the thing that now shapes and warps the minds of the people in Haverhill, Maine. Thrilling stories that pay homage to Lovecraftian Cosmic Horror.

Don't forget to take your pills daily

A young boy meets a new friend.

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This poem was sort of written to be an imitation of someone else's vulgar and repugnant writing style.

An ancient grave, shaped like a cradle and guarded by an untouched golden crescent, hides secrets darker than the soil itself. When the crescent mysteriously disappears overnight, eerie phenomena ripple through the nearby hills-a pale, moon-shadowed figure begins to roam, whispering forgotten warnings to those who dare listen. What ancient force has been awakened, and who truly keeps the crescent?

some broken words...... 🌈#1 in unexpressed 🌈#3 in uneasy 🌈#3 in DJH

You are really hungry, and even after what happened to your sister thirteen years ago, you go to freddy fazbears pizzaria. You should've said goodbye before so...