Mercy (Carl Grimes)
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I've been walking in the woods for days since the outbreak of the dead, I'm sick of It, it's hell being out here! But after I find a somewhat secure prison with people that look trustworthy, everything changes, and I feel at home, and I also feel like these are people I can sacrifice everyday of my life for them, except one...
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dear diary
i started writing these diary entries in the beginning of freshman year and decided i wanted to start posting so heres my very messy life
Numbers That Follows
I have never felt so close and yet so far away from anything before. I could hear people yelling, they noticed I was gone. I have been locked up for so long I forgot what the forest felt like. Full of life and green. By the time someone notices they are heading the wrong way, it will be too late. My plan was to escape, run south for a bit, then circle back to my prison. As soon as they followed the scent south, I would run north. I could hear a river north, so I would run to the river then wade up stream so the scent would be lost. Find somewhere safe to cross, then take off, continuing north. My heart is pounding so hard I am afraid my captures could hear it and ruin the whole plan.Zakończone
Immortals (Editing)
I gave up my life four hundred years ago, for my friends and family. Sickness had claimed many in my home town. I gave up my human soul for them and in return I was give immortal soul. Not a vampire or any of that rubbish. Though they do exist. I watched everyone I loved in the time of their dying, knowing I couldn't follow them. Four hundred years later, I'm alive. And feast on the souls that no one uses, as they had before. In sacrificing one life for another, I pray every day, that my past in some way doesn't come back to me. But I was wrong.Zakończone
Judgement
I always gotta fight. I fight for my life everyday, nobody is safe, nothing is safe. People die around me, I can't cry for them cause it isn't gonna help. I don't have partners, I don't have another choice, trying to keep from dying is an everyday struggle. One thing's for sure though... you can't trust anybody.Zakończone
𝔑𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱 😌
⚠️ ⚠️WARNING WARNING WARNING⚠️⚠️ Adult content Language *DO NOT READ IF YOU EASILY GET OFFENDED* *DO NOT REPORT* Stubborn, Love, Insecure, Feelings . . . Fuck That, Nvm just stay Nonchalant it's the best thing going anyways.Zakończone
Prison(Completed)
1826 days 5 years I have been in this prison they haven't broke me yet I don't think they ever will. They treat me with care, trying to make me give in I won't. They killed my family and tried killing me when they wanted my brother but he died for me. My heart was stone it was its own prison and I wasn't handing over the keys that easy. I never thought I could care for anyone again until I met someone knew. He was so young I had to help him escape even if it meant getting myself killed. Prison is the word I have been taught for years.Zakończone
Snow White and the Seven Twerps That Ate My Soup
Ugh. Life isn't fair. Karma's a bitch. My boyfriend poisoned me and I'm in the middle of a fucking forest. With 7 midgets. And a hottie. Great. Rated T for language. Review please! Changed the name. Old one got boring.Zakończone
Lover - A Ponyboy Curtis Story
***Smut*** I don't take requests, and I realize that I'm not the best at logically writing stories. If you are going to comment anything negative then don't read.Zakończone
Content Warning: -Swearing - Suicidal tendencies - Complaining - lack of actual content This is not a story, if that's what your looking for then move along. If you've got advice, Great! You are free to comment it and I am free to ignore it.
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