Surviving The Destruction
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A supervolcano explodes leading to many deaths and almost the extinction of humanity. Timothy is one of those that survived but was asleep for 600 years after the eruption. Follow Timothy as he recalls his adventure living in a broken world full of mystery and danger. Discover what it would be like in a destroyed world where beasts run amok and selfish corrupt Governments control all life with fear. Follow Timothy as he restores hope to a broken world and light to the darkness. (Surviving The Destruction is still in the making)*
Shout out to Alyssa for being my illustrator. Follow her in Wattpad @Silvermoon160_14 and my storyboard people Keenan (@Key_Jay) and Elisa @elisahererra118
*This story has been postponed due to another story being written for various reasons.*
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Scars bled in Ink
In a world long since burned down, survival isn't the hardest part anymore. It's what comes after-the quiet, the grief, the memories that won't die even when everything else has. Ryan doesn't talk much. He writes. In torn, ink-stained pages of a weathered journal, he records the days he survives, the names of those he's lost, and the thoughts he can't speak aloud. That journal becomes his voice, his shield-his only lifeline in a world that keeps taking more. The world doesn't care about healing. It doesn't stop for broken people. It just keeps breaking them. And Ryan? He's still here. Still breathing. Still bleeding between the lines. Every page he writes is another scar. Another memory he can't escape. But it's also proof that he's still fighting to exist in a world that tried to erase him. Ink-Bled Scars isn't about saving the world. It's about what's left when the world is already gone. It's about trauma, memory, survival, love, and the quiet truths that live in silence. Through Ryan's journal, you'll see not just what the world looks like-but what it feels like to someone who's lived through its worst. ⚠️ This story contains sensitive themes: trauma, mental illness, substance abuse, SA, and death. Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter. Please read with care. I do not own AMC's original The Walking Dead characters. This is a fan-made passion project that includes original characters and storylines. I write this from a place of deep love for these characters, so please be patient with updates. Chapters will be posted weekly, but the schedule may vary-especially once school starts again. Follow along for updates and extras on TikTok: @daryls.little.brother Thank you for reading. I hope this story finds you when you need it most.
The Only
I lost myself somewhere between space and time. I repeated my name over and over, refusing to leave myself behind. But the more I decintigrated, the more of myself I lost, until everything, my name, Timmy's smile, even my parents were forgotten. I found nothing but black space and white silence. The longer I stayed, however, the more vivid the colors became, and then they began to take shape. After what felt like hours, I was myself again, strapped to a chair with Jesse materializing in front of me. I'm Stasey. When the aliens attacked Earth, myself, my best friend Jesse, and my "friend" Timothy may have been the only people to survive. We're on a quest to find other survivors and potentially save our planet, but to do that we have to avoid being shot, eaten, or falling in love. But sometimes things work out differently than we expect, and we have to make the decision: sacrifice ourselves for the ones we love, or the ones we love for the ones we can save.Kumpleto![THE DAYBREAKER [A BFB FANFIC]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/398501172-256-k432265.jpg)
THE DAYBREAKER [A BFB FANFIC]
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Eve of Terra
"Strip. Now!" I aimed my weapon at him with a glare. Upon a passing light, I was granted a clearer view. Intense green eyes were on me, clenched jaw on a keen guard, and a visible scar at the curve of his left cheek. The idle look aired fearless against my warning, forcing my wary to hyperdrive. The sound of rustling ceased my staring. I watched him moving in largo. "Hurry up!" With a lopsided smirk, he started unbuttoning his coat, eyes boring holes on me. "What are you? An android rapist?" He let out with indifferent. "Shut it!" I yelled, trailing my eyes lower. "The pants too." *** Eve had volunteered for an assignment to meet the future. She was put into cryogenic sleep, expected to witness a greener and wiser world. But when she wake, she found herself at a dump, naked and cold. The air was thick with pollution, and malice at sight. After escaping from danger, she held the next person she met at gunpoint; a mysterious, handsome hybrid. Unbeknownst to Eve, Earth was no longer what she once knew. She soon learnt the truth behind the assignment. Left with no other option, she put her trust on Kael to fulfil her mission. Most impressive rank:- 3 #Cyberpunk 5 #Dystopian #Science-fantasy 8 #Aliens 10 #Future 12 #Terra 15 #Plague 13 #Futuristic *** P/s Visual on cover does not belong to me. So all credit goes to the artist.
A Different Virus - Laura's Story
This is a second view point from my original story - A Different Virus - Heartfire. I highly advise reading the original book first. Intro: Laura was a happy child without a care in the world. She loved her parents and life was perfect. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong. People started talking about a bad flu that was spreading and sending some into a coma. Her parents grew worried and stocked the house in case of a pandemic. Months later another virus appeared. Her family was shocked when the news people started reporting that zombies were actually real and not just part of a horror movie. They were appearing in every country. Her parents reassured her that none of the zombie sightings had been anywhere close to them. Her life is turned upside down when her father ends up in hospital with the bad flu and mother exiles her upstairs for her safety. She was never allowed downstairs again. Weeks pass and the streets become deserted with the exception of the red eyed zombies that wandered around. One night she notices a swiftly moving figure with glowing blue eyes in the street below. Should she call out or remain silent? Is this fleeting shadow something that can help her or could this mysterious figure be even more dangerous than the zombies themselves? ---------------------- Ranked #1 Apr 10, 2018 (A huge thank you to all who read and voted!) This story is copyright and built from my own imagination. This book was a special request from someone who helped me a lot. This viewpoint has less action than the original. The cover was made by @All_AboutAssymetry. A huge thanks to her! Copyright September 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given.Kumpleto
What if you could relive the apocalypse... every damn day? Ethan Reyes: 20-year-old coder in steamy Florida, nursing a crush on sketch artist Lila, surviving roommate Jake's antics, and haunted by his dad's cosmic vanishing act. Until 10 a.m. glitches reality. The sky tears. Reaper Light blasts down, torching cities, dissolving flesh, silencing screams. Ethan incinerates-then jolts awake, 24 hours back. Same buzz. Same brew. Doom clock reset. Nightmare? Curse. He tests it: lotto wins, frozen watch at doomsday hour. Now he's hacking shadows-a rogue NASA quantum lab, alien signals hunting loopers. Allies emerge: Lila's prophetic art igniting sparks (and romance); Jake's grins cracking under pressure; Prof. Voss, her gaze hiding world-shattering code. Loops choke tighter. Truth drops: Not chaos-a vengeful cosmic invite, sparked by human arrogance. Screw up, and it's permanent endgame. Pals perish for keeps. Love chars away. World fades in infinite what ifs. Ethan races his echo: shatter the cycle, shield his circle, stare down the Reaper in the glass. Tick-tock. 24 hours. Game over-again.
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