Efrem and the Wraith - Taylor Bomar - Wattpad

Efrem and the Wraith

taybomarthewriter

LECTURES 33
Votes 0
Parties 1
Durée 6m

LECTURES 33
Votes 0
Parties 1
Durée 6m

taybomarthewriter

beast berlin child ddr dream fiction historical metaphor nighttime wall wraith

I had a dream the other night where a young boy watched a demonic figure watching a city, watching and prowling, keeping them inside. When I woke up I started to write it down, because something about it struck home with me. This story is one from the perspective of a ten-year-old boy named Efram who sees the Grenzentruppen der DDR (those who watch the Berlin Wall at night) from his window. He can't understand what they are at night, and so his imagination creates a beast--called the Wraith--that devours anyone who tries to escape. Because he cannot understand what is truly happening. While I don't know very much about the Berlin wall, I tried to write all that happened in my dream with as much clarity as I could.Tous Droits Réservés

beast berlin child ddr dream fiction historical metaphor nighttime wall wraith

Table des matières

Efrem and the Wraith
mer., janv. 3, 2018

1 chapitre

Efrem and the Wraith
mer., janv. 3, 2018

Inscrivez-vous pour ajouter Efrem and the Wraith à votre bibliothèque et recevoir les mises à jour

ou

Directives de Contenu

Vous aimerez aussi

A Peter Pan rewrite, by Jae: What if...? (Book One, part 1- Neverland), écrit par JAE_Wrote_This

"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"

The mute boy and his kidnappers, écrit par xOneInA_Millionx

This story is about a kid who got kidnapped by someone, but you have to read to figure out who. As I'm walking down the street, I hear a noise to my left. I look to see a dark, dark alleyway. I start slowly walking into it... Looking around, wondering what caused that sound, I hear a noise coming from behind me. I turn to see a tall dark figure approaching me. I start to panic... TW!⚠️: cringe asf, makes 0 sense :/

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | 𝟏𝟖+, écrit par ariaduos

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭| 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+, écrit par Psycho_xbabyx

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

A Field Of Dandelions || DreamNotFound, écrit par CrushedCookieNut

"It's a giant field of dandelions." George stated the obvious while picking one up and blew in it, so that the seeds started flying. He happily watched as the seeds flew in the breeze surrounding them. "Why did you do that?" Dream asked. "I made a wish. I make wishes all the time and I just remembered one." He happily explained. "Can I make a wish too?" Dream asked. He knew, it wasn't real but it seemed fun. When Dream buys a little dandelion-shaped ornament on a garage sale, he starts having weird dreams which he never experienced before. What could be the reason behind that happening? And who is that cute boy he always sees running in the field? ------------------------- Cover is made by me. If anyone involved is somehow uncomfortable by anything, I will edit it or take the story down. DreamNotFound because they ship themselves more than we do. TW: major character death, angst, possible panic attacks Please enjoy.

Deja vu || Ranboo x Reader, écrit par txmmyxxinnit

This is sequel to 'Paint My World'! --- "Hello." A man who seems to be in a princely attire, a mask over his face and only his emerald green eye revealed greeted Y/N as she opened her eyes. When Y/N fully opened her eyes, she saw the man who was right up in her face. "H-Hi?" She greeted. "W-Who are you and why are you so close up to my face?" "Oh, sorry." The man said as he stepped away from Y/N. He offered his hand to her which she gladfully took. Y/N looked around and asked, "Where are we?" "I dont know." The man shrugged and started walking away. "I was hoping you would know." "I actually.. have no idea." Y/N replied. --- The feeling of Deja vu is unusual, it leaves you confused and puzzled but it sometimes make you feel like your brain is trying to tell you something. Y/N who grew up very close to nature, feels the feeling of Deja vu everytime she visits the garden that is very close to her heart and the garden she grew up visiting and exploring every once in a while. Ranboo, a guy who grew up in the city, was dared to live in his grandparents' house in the countryside. He grew up around technology and the luxury of it so this is going to be a challenge for him. There, he met the shy and only neighbor of his grandparents, Y/N. They found themselves waking up in a strange and unusual place everytime they would fall in a deep slumber. There, they would meet each other but not as themselves, but as other people that they couldn't quite recognize. They dont know who each other was but they feel as if they are connected and they partake in an important role in each other's life. --- This is my second Ranboo x !fem Reader book so if you haven't read the first one which is titled Paint My World, you can read that first so you will not feel as lost! - Disclaimer: I do not write about the cc's themselves, the characters in this book are different versions of their characters in different universes :)

Halloween Special Scary Story Collection, écrit par SamtheAspiewriter

A collection of scary stories i've written from over the years. LIMITED TIME ONLY! Might take down after All Saint's Day/Nov 1st, so read em while they're here! Creepy stories from, A story about a boy who enters into a castle in Scotland on a bet, only to find that the castle has much more horror to it than he ever could've possibly imagined; to a person's grandparents acting more and more strange and the reason behind it is more terrifying than imaginable! NOTE: I wrote a lot of these when i was younger, so the writing level may not be as advanced as some of my other stuff.

THE RETURN | Kirill Ivanov, écrit par tearsonmytshirt

FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

Royal Mistakes | DreamNotFound, écrit par BoOHoO-CrACkEr

⚠NSFW⚠ "𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡𝒉𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦," 𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑢𝑚𝑏 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝, 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝒉𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝒉𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑧𝑧𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. "𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛?" ••• Dream wasn't the type to be king of an entire country, and he had known that from the moment he understood follow orders or listen to his advisors. Every night he would sneak out of the castle to enjoy the normal life, and one time it ended differently than he had expected. ••• This short story contains NSFW, smut, or however you want to call it, so if you don't like it and if you're not interested in that stuff, don't read it :] ••• 14322 words [COMPLETED]

Yours Forcefully, écrit par romanticcrazyone

She - Innocent, shy, clumsy, naïve 19 year old beautiful girl who's trying to face the challenges life is throwing at her. With no parents besides her, she tries her best to impress her aunt who hates her. With a jealous cousin, she tries her best to cope up with her college life who loves to give her shocking surprises. But what will happen when she'll face the true devil? Will he break her or will gather her broken pieces of heart?? He- Ruthless, arrogant, cruel 25 years old handsome CEO of top multinational company and the King of underworld who'll ruin everything coming in his way. With hateful parents, he's trying his best to avoid them and not to kill them. With thousands of enemies, he's at his best to scare them off. But what will happen when he'll face a true angel in this cruel world? Will she fix him or will run away from him like everyone else?? ----------------------------------------- "........now you may kiss the bride". I froze. I didn't want him to kiss me. I wanted to hide somewhere and never come back. Lucifer slowly turned me towards him. He lift up my veil and pulled my waist tightly until I was completely pressed against him. Then he whispered "welcome to my world, wife" and kissed me hard on my lips. It was more like a punishment kiss. I tried to push him but he bite my lips hard. Now tears were streaming down my face. After some minutes he released me and wipe my tears and kissed me on my forehead. People were clapping. Celebrating my doom.

Vous aimerez aussi

Slide 1 of 10

A Peter Pan rewrite, by Jae: What if...? (Book One, part 1- Neverland) cover

The mute boy and his kidnappers cover

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | 𝟏𝟖+ cover

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭| 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+ cover

A Field Of Dandelions || DreamNotFound cover

Deja vu || Ranboo x Reader cover

Halloween Special Scary Story Collection cover

THE RETURN | Kirill Ivanov cover

Royal Mistakes | DreamNotFound cover

Yours Forcefully cover

A Peter Pan rewrite, by Jae: What if...? (Book One, part 1- Neverland)

"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"