Watchful Stories

A poem about an observer of everyone else

Every second on the clock ticks, meaning any second we could die. Only God knows when. Yet the eerie shadows of the unknown lurk in the darkness hunting and waiting for your next move. With everyone against each other, who can you trust? Because even your own family holds their own secrets, that could lead to the truth. The truth no one is ready for. Sit back and watch the mystery unfold before your eyes, for if you blink you could miss the ending or should I say the truth. The truth that may never set anyone free. But it will free her from torment and the nightmares that lurk about.

Vera Ashborn has everything anyone could want. A big house, a big load of money, a caring big sister, and a boyfriend to die for. Though, Vera can't shake off the feeling any longer. Something is watching her- she can feel it. What will Vera do when no one believes her? What will she do when her most trusted friends don't seem as trustworthy as the thought?

scary paranormal story hope u like it

Ashley, a young woman raised in a strict, conservative family, had always dreamed of attending college. But it was when her life turned upside down... "I trusted you," Ashley said, her voice filled with hurt and betrayal. "But now your words mean nothing to me, because your actions spoke the truth." ****** Ashley sat on the edge of her bed, a bottle of phenyl clutched tightly in her hand. Her mind raced with dark thoughts, the weight of betrayal and despair pressing down on her. She had tried to build a life outside her conservative family, but it seemed everything was falling apart. The bottle of phenyl, a symbol of finality, seemed to offer a way out of her pain. She took a deep breath, the acrid smell filling her nostrils. It was the end, she thought. A way to escape the misery, the traps she had fallen into. With a firm grip on the bottle, she tilted it towards her lips, her determination unwavering. "I hate you," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. Just as she was about to take a sip, the doorbell rang, startling her. The sound echoed through the quiet room, a jarring interruption to her thoughts. She hesitated, her hand trembling slightly.

Two years. Two years ago, ።ᔑリ, the youngest heir, disappeared. Two years ago, Ranboo showed up in the Dream SMP with no memory of how they got there. And two years later, Grian decides to take things into his own hands. Because two years is far too long for his sibling to be missing. [Rewrite of The Watcherless Land]

In the quaint town of Willowbrook, where the evergreen forests meet the rugged coastline, life has always been predictable. That is until Emma stumbles upon an antique pocket watch in the attic of her family's historic home. The watch, seemingly ordinary at first glance, begins to emit a faint, mysterious glow whenever Emma touches it. As she investigates the origins of the watch, Emma discovers that it has a connection to a local legend: the tale of a young inventor who disappeared without a trace over a century ago. Emma enlists the help of her childhood friend, Sam, who uses his computer skills to delve deeper into the town's history. The duo soon realizes that the pocket watch might hold the key to unlocking a hidden portal through time. Together, they embark on a thrilling journey, unraveling secrets, facing unexpected dangers, and discovering that history is not as distant as it seems.

One part poem that I personally think, turned out pretty good. ♥️

On June 1st , 2017 A 14 Year old female Alex Trends was kidnapped on her way from soccer practice (Who and Why did it happen ? ;read to find out;

A deeply troubled teenager completely loses herself when she begins noticing strange people around her home.

No one knew what was behind the door that held the secrets of centuries, but all they knew was that they couldn't enter, at least not without returning that is. There has always been a saying, that curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. In my case that was slightly different. Curiosity did kill the cat, however, there was nothing that would bring back that cat, not after entering through the forbidden evergreen. That is how I ended up in the situation, curiosity was running deep, of opening the forbidden door, and entering. To not be found, or heard from ever again. Let's see what brought the overwhelming curiosity that killed the cat.

A teenager's life is ended abruptly, someone most people would just considered a troubled teen, someone who was assumed to be a runaway, someone nobody ever looked for after their disappearance. Not everything can always stay hidden away forever though, as an unlikely candidate, their self, must uncover the last few days before their disappearance and how they died.

A MANs fight within himself to not lose himself to a darkness growing inside his mind that seem bent on destroying his life and everyone around him. Plus photos of creatures and places that mirrors this world their world is made up of folded realities which make their reality

Y/n (your name) and Draco had been best friends since birth. You both carved your names into a tree that said "Draco and y/n best friends forever". As you Lucius, Draco, and your parents where boarding you onto the train something clicked with you and Draco...

Neola and her friend, Anastasia, are running away. On their way there, Neola realizes they are not alone. Something, or someone was watching and knew what they were doing; although, Anastasia doesn't believe her. What will happen along the way? This book is in the form of diary entries. I will post it ona few other sights since one of the main original appeals is the fact it's typography, too. I will put the link for my sight here later. I changed the title from "Little Miss RunAway" to "Little Miss RunAway - An Adevnture Gone Wrong" because I found my title was too simmilar to someone else's and I wanted to avoid Copyright claims against me.

Noctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal  ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶  ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶  ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶  So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My thoughts, my feelings, my dreams, my nightly journal, my words of advice.

This is my first poem and piece of work on here. Please enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think. Cheers.