The Caravans
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It was upon a ship discovered in Northern Alaska. The cold and snow flying around probably had something to do with it. A research team was accompanying me to look into the crash. We needed intel as to whether or not it was one of our lost planes or something else more... extraterrestrial.
***Of Lovecraftian inspiration
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Fearless
Shit. I hopped on my bike and I started it and I drove off. As I was zooming down the street I saw a wolf in the middle of the road I was going to fast I pressed on my breaks but I wasn't going to stop in time so I swerved off the road. I moved the bike off of me, the wolf slowly came up to me. I thought I was going to die, but I didn't instead it bit my side I screams once it's teeth synced through my skin. What was worse then it stopped I felt his teeth slowly pull out he then ran off I cried in pain I heard my phone go off but I couldn't move nor answer everything was blurred I saw figures through my helmet. I heard cars stopped I saw someone standing over me. He lifted me to sit up but I screamed and cried in pain. He looked at my side and saw the bit then everything went black.Concluída
In Shadows of Night
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Fatal Attraction: Falling into a Cruel love (Boyxboy)
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Make It Out Alive
The wooden floorboards creak underneath my footsteps as I walk down the abandoned hallway, my flashlight swinging back and forth in front of me. The cold air from the hallway seeps through my already wet cold clothes, making me shiver. I'm almost at the end of the hallway when I see a door on my left. I stop and stand in front of it. I place my hand on the doorknob and twist it open. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, finally I see what's in the room. A scream of terror erupts from my throat. My body freezes itself as I stare at the hanged corpse of one of my friends.--------------------Think about this: What do you think will happen when 100 passengers crash land on an abandoned island and only 8 survive. And what they don't know is that the island has its own secrets....secrets that can kill.Concluída
ARCHIVE-XC9: TERRA
For centuries, humanity believed itself to be alone in the universe. The stars were distant, silent, and indifferent until the silence was broken. When a deep-space exploration vessel, UFS Pioneer, was attacked by unknown hostiles when they arrived to Alpha Centauri B. Two decades later, another deep-space exploration vessel, but this time unmanned and armed, arrived at Alpha Centauri B and makes an unprecedented discovery, an unknown civilization with human DNA identical to their own, everything humanity thought they knew about their origins is shattered. As star-faring nations scramble to unravel the mystery, tensions rise, alliances fracture, and the race to uncover the truth begins. But in the depths of the cosmos, beyond the reach of human understanding, something stirs. Ancient ruins whisper of lost empires. Unseen forces bend the very fabric of reality. And lurking in the void, an enemy waits-an anomaly so vast, so consuming, that it threatens to unravel existence itself. As humanity ventures further into the unknown, one question echoes through the corridors of power, the minds of scientists, and the whispers of those who dare to seek the truth: "If we are not alone... then what exactly are we?"
Save Me
I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.Concluída
Savior (a Andy Biersack romance)
I felt the back of my head connect with the wall and felt a hot liquid pour down my neck and back. I touched my hand to the back of my head and lifted my hand up to examine a shiny liquid that must have been my blood. I felt dizzy and my stomach turned as I saw so much blood covering my hand. The man then laid me on the ground and stripped me. I was so weak by this point that I couldn't even fight back. He then spread my legs and took what he wanted. All I could do was lie there moaning in pain. All of a sudden I heard someone yell and the man got off of me and ran. I saw a pair of blue eyes and said, "My savior," and then I fell into darkness.Concluída
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