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Insane

LECTURES 178
Votes 4
Chapitres 13
Durée 46m

LECTURES 178
Votes 4
Chapitres 13
Durée 46m

I've been sitting here on my bed, rocking back and forth contemplating the things that have went wrong in the past few months I've been here. I don't know how long, could be hours. Im also thinking about the sound of the bullet ringing in my ears, and the mysterious boy with the black hoodie.  All I can do is stare at the wall. No tears are coming out, I got rid of those a few minutes ago. The only thing I feel is emptiness. A deep, everlasting black hole deep within me, because I know I could have saved her. I know I could have been the one to save her precious life, but that's too late to think about now. The only thing I can think of is the sound of the bullet.    And the look she gave me all the while her life was slowly fading from her body. And how it is all my fault.  My name is Chasten, and I killed my best friend. Hypothetically.Tous Droits Réservés

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Between the eyes, écrit par talkativepers

Black fills my vision as I try to move forward. My legs feel limp and heavy, each step growing harder than the last. My arms stay glued to my body. I try to rip them off of myself but they don't budge. The hard floor pulsed like a heartbeat beneath my feet. A silhouette moves at the end of the tunnel and I squint my eyes, trying to figure out what is going on. As I go to take an other step, my leg doesn't move. I look down at the concrete floor in confusion. The grounds seems so far away and out of reach. Feeling dizzy, I look back up and the tunnel i'm currently standing is so long and dark. So dark and only a small pinpoint light illuminates the room. I can't quite figure out where it's coming from or how it's there, considering there's no door. Or anything at all.

Bite marks, écrit par bex101118

I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

My Downstairs Neighbor, écrit par PandaBabiiLuv

I sat on the edge of my cold bathtub holding a face towel in my left hand. All I could think about was 'Why me..' why did this have to happen to me..' I let the tears silently fall down my face. I felt the warmth of the tears trickle down my cheek and onto my hand. I took the now cool face towel that contained my blood and went over to rinse it out in the sink. I turned on the water to warm and rang the towel out a couple times until I had enough courage to look at my face in the mirror. 'It's not that bad this time. It's not that bad .' I squeezed my eyes shut before I opened them. What I saw next in the mirror brought the tears back to my eyes I was scared to leave till finally i got the courage to try. I was running down the flight if stairs till I bumped into someone. Their arms caught me and I felt secure and safe. Not the arms of the monster that once said he loves me and beat me to a pulp. I looked into the eyes of the man. When I heard him speak his voice was like and angel sent from heaven. My name is Madison Adams and this is my story about my Downstairs Neighbor.

Code: 213, écrit par BlackAmiraWritesBack

TEASER: I sit comfortably in my makeshift shelter, planning my next voyage to the surface. Faint footsteps above ground snap me out of my thought. I silently reached to my loaded gun, an SKO Shorty, and carefully pulled back the hammer. I silently crept up the unstable metal stairs, aiming my gun at the door at the top. The heavy metal door creaked. Something was behind it. The door pushes open to reveal a man. A human. He slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crinkled yellow paper. I grab the note, while lowering my gun. I look up only to find the man gone. I unfold the paper. It's hard to make out the words in red ink with the dim lighting of the sewer tunnel. Eventually, I'm able to decipher, "34.0522' N, 118.2437' W". Coordinates. At the bottom of the note, scribbled out in black in, there's one phrase. "Code: 213" *Please note this story includes graphic depictions of blood and violence. This story may not be suitable for all audiences.

Love Me, écrit par _nataliedion

Everything is happening so fast. My heart was racing as I watched everything go in slow motion. I didn't want anything to happen to him. Not to anybody because they didn't deserve it. What the hell has been going on for the past two months that I didn't know about? I hear a gun shot go off and as I look, I watched him fall to the ground and felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. The only thought running through my mind was "How did I get involved in this?" This isn't your typical love story. Its a journey of twists and confusion as everyone tries to figure out who can you trust and who you could ever love again. Love isn't worth anything if two people arent going to give it a shot. So, can you handle the confusing stages of love?

Sold [Completed], écrit par Alluringtrapx

#2 in Horror. /02.23.16/ I hear footsteps approaching me, pacing faster and faster making me look back quickly. I see a man in a black fabric mask wearing all black clothing. I widen my eyes beginning to run in the snow making my feet heavy. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream in a cry looking around to find nobody on sight. "Help!" I scream trying to run faster hoping somebody would hear my cries. My throat became sore from the cold quickly making it harder to breathe freely. "Help me! Somebody!" I hear the tall figure run behind me feeling a grip on my hair. My white ski hat fell into the ground covered in snow. The man groans pulling my hair towards him making me collapse. "No, stop!" I scream struggling from his grasp, punching and kicking aimlessly. "Shhh." The man whispers into my ear grabbing onto my wrists starting to cuff them. "No!" I scream twisting and turning trying to bite the man's arm. The man doesn't say much. The only thing I hear is his heavy breathing. He starts to shackle my ankles together as I lay a full blown kick into his face making him groan in pain holding onto his nose on top of the mask. "Help me, somebody!" I keep yelling as he kicks me in the stomach and takes out a clothed bag from his coat pocket putting it on my head covering my face. He ties it up from the back tightly making my neck feel pressured. "Please." I whimper. "You don't have to do this." I cry admitting defeat. "Night, night." He chuckles hitting me behind the head making me loss consciousness. WARNING: Will contain very disturbing content. This book is not for individuals who are sensitive to these topics. (Rape, torture, etc.) Read at your own risk. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT

I'll Fight back ( A Brendon Urie Fanfiction, écrit par KiwiKittenn

I called Brendon from the motel room phone. "Hello?" "Brendon? I need you here now come the the motel down the street from the coffee place ill be waiting." I said sobbing "Babe are you okay? I'll be there in like five minutes." "That's impossible this is LA on a Friday night." "Wanna bet? I'll be there" he said and hung up. I decided to see who my rapist was so I turned on the lights. I automatically knew who he was. I ran out to find Brendon pulling up in his car I jumped in and told him to drive. "Drive me home you go spend the rest of your night with the guys ill tell you what happened when you get back." "Are you sure?" "Yes" "Okay" he said and drove me home I ran inside and automatically sobbed on the couch. I can't believe I lost my virginity to a rapist. *2 hours later* I heard the door open and close I was sitting in the kitchen with my cookies and I saw a drunk Brendon stumbling in. "Hey babe" I said walking over to him and trying to kiss him but he pulled away. "Hey! I have a girlfriend!" "Oh you do? Well I'm so sorry I didn't know! What's your girlfriends name?" I said playing along to him being drunk "Her name is Alex! And I love her very much!" "Oh you do?" "Yes! And I'm planning on proposing to her next week!" He said "You are?" I asked smiling with tears in my eyes. "Yup!" He said smiling. I hugged him crying. "Im sure shes gonna say yes" I mumbled into his ear. "I hope she does" he said "now I'm gonna sleep on the couch you sleep in the bed." "Why don't you come sleep in the bed with me?" "Okay" He said "Great!" I said and dragged him to the bed room. I threw him on the bed and cuddled up next to him. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over me

Decadent, écrit par DystopianMilieu

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

The Unexpected (The Vampire Diaries), écrit par Samantha32100

The night was cold and the wind was blowing. Their wasn't a being in sight, but that's understanding considering is around midnight. The leaves crunch under my feet and white fog surrounds my face after every exhale of air. I hear a snap from behind me and quickly turn to see what it was...nothing. Turning back, I began to quicken my pace. I'm suddenly shoved to a wall with my neck crammed to the side. "You smell delicious." A voice said. I turn my head only to see a man with jet black hair and icy blue eyes. "P-please. Let me go." I cried. He smirked, "Where's the fun in that?" With that his eyes turned red with veins under them, fangs peeked from his mouth. He latched his fangs in my neck, draining me of my blood. I can slowly feel myself become weaker, slowly start to fade away. I now lay on the ground, my own blood pooled around me, waiting for my life to end...that is until I feel warm liquid run down my throat and hear the sound of my own neck snap. __________________________________________ A/N: I literally hate this story but I don't want to delete it because it's the first one I ever wrote. Fair warning....it sucks.

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Between the eyes

Black fills my vision as I try to move forward. My legs feel limp and heavy, each step growing harder than the last. My arms stay glued to my body. I try to rip them off of myself but they don't budge. The hard floor pulsed like a heartbeat beneath my feet. A silhouette moves at the end of the tunnel and I squint my eyes, trying to figure out what is going on. As I go to take an other step, my leg doesn't move. I look down at the concrete floor in confusion. The grounds seems so far away and out of reach. Feeling dizzy, I look back up and the tunnel i'm currently standing is so long and dark. So dark and only a small pinpoint light illuminates the room. I can't quite figure out where it's coming from or how it's there, considering there's no door. Or anything at all.