Perpetuus
- LECTURAS 193
- Votos 25
- Partes 19
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The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Concluida
Between Reality and Ink
He has only ever written one book - and he's never been able to write another. When he discovers an old manuscript in his office, he assumes it's just another abandoned idea. But as he reads it, a disturbing patter emerges. The words on the page are eerily familiar, mirroring his own life with impossible accuracy. At first, its coincidence. Then, it starts predicting his actions before they happen. Reality blurs. Memories shifts. And the deeper he reads, the more the world him begins to unravel.Concluida
Cellar Sheep
A virus has swept the earth causing a global pandemic. Masks are required in public, social distancing is crucial; things are very, very different from how they used to be. But just when the virus starts to calm down things take a turn for the worse as a second stage commences. Stuck in a hotel from a ski trip, Karma learns that there is no precaution you can take to protect yourself from the second stage. It is either kill or be killed. But what does one do when they find themselves infected with the very virus that caused the apocalypse? After all, she's the only one who can save the sheep in the cellar.Concluida
a Story
This book was started by a seventeen-year-old guy, who found peace in writing books, and rage in the same time, writing this story until now did give him tears he didn't want, memories he wanted to forget, and feelings he wanted them to disappear. This book is a deep dive in, what will maybe be, the spiral of an endless madness, or, the story of a successful guy, that struggled for his success. It may look like a final clue to a disappearing case, or a suicide note at best, just enjoy these pages, because this may last a few months, a few years, or never, ha-ha.Concluida
Hide & Seek 2: The Return of Mr. Harmon
My name is Emily. Two years ago I lost everything. I thought I could start a new life. I thought Abby was gone. I thought I'd never see Jasper again. I thought I would never have to play another game of hide and seek in my life. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. AGAIN... Series#2 (Grammar and spelling fixed by @WhispersConfusions) Please point out any mistakes so we can make this book as good as possible.Concluida![Midnight Rendezvous [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/179916264-256-k181616.jpg)
Midnight Rendezvous [COMPLETED]
George decided to start a blog to cope with their depression. As they continued to write, things began to spiral downhill... WARNING: May contain scenes that are triggering. Read at your own riskConcluida
You Were Always a Daydreamer Draft Version
When you're forced to mask Reality with Fantasy. The lifted layers finally unveil the tombstone of self. The biggest cities into the tiniest pebbles The massive ideas and thoughts formed into merely something to fear. A protagonist who already forgot his name Remembers He is a Daydreamer. Which is the only way to cope with life after multiple tragedies. And the fraud on fake friends faces. Only to daydream. As losing touch takes a toll on that rotting indulgence slowly. This get's quite horrific as it goes on. It's not to enjoy but to reflect on and experience. I decided to publish the draft version, because I don't think I can fully finish YWAADD final edition any time soon. I am in the worst mental and emotional state ever. It's quite a struggle and I suffer heavily. So yeah, the polished draft kind of holds up aswell too. The final one is way longer and eventful. So, um yeah I don't expect this to get attention at all, it's kind of really mid in some parts. But enjoy, or don't I guess. Yes this was inspired by Everywhere At The End Of Time. And other fan projects.Concluida
Dream Reaper
The last story in which I give all the characters of my stories a happy ending (Spoiler for the stories before it, it contains description of scenes from other stories)Concluida
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
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