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Matchsticks

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Time 1h 48m

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I turned around, not because of any sound, but because of the intense smell of charred wood coming from behind me. It flooded my nostrils and forced me to breath out of my mouth-which wasn't any better. 

I could feel the heat on my back, even though I was several yards away. I turned around and was flooded with the image of loss, death, destruction. My eyes burned from the smoke. It felt surreal, like a mirage. I watched this beautiful country home decay and fall into itself. It looked familiar but then again nothing about it triggered any sort of memory.

 It was practically noiseless which made me realize that my hearing was impaired, there was blood trickling from the corner of my ear. I pressed my hand to it and looked at it in awe. I had never gotten so much as a cut, now there was a steady flow pouring out of the side of my head. Or had I? All of a sudden I was acutely aware that I had no memory whatsoever.All Rights Reserved

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SECRET TRAUMA || 18+ ✔️ by lover_rose2967

"I LOVE YOU." I said as the rain soaked through my clothes but I didn't care. My heart pounding louder than the thunder rumbling above us. I took a breath, my voice, shaky, but determined. "I loved you since the day I found you in that dark horrific alley... wounded" I smiled eager to hear the words I long for. He looked away, his jaw clenched. For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of rain hitting the pavement. Then, he finally spoke, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "Don't" His honey brown eyes meet mine, as I hear the coldness in his voice. "What..." I responded as my tears began to form, but still had a smile on my face. "Camilla.. you want to save people's life and make a difference in the world.. while I do the opposite I am not what you need if you want to succeed in that dream.." And just like that, my heart broke... again. I stood there in the downpour, watching him walk away, feeling the cold seep in. ⋆·:*¨༺ ♱ ♡ ♱ ༻¨*:· CAMILLIA ISABEL RAMÍREZ dreams of becoming a nurse to help others, but her life is turned upside down after her grandmother's murder. Her estrange brother, who left after a heated argument years ago, returns to the funeral, now mysteriously wealthy. As Camilla takes on the responsibility of caring for her rebellious, younger sister, she uncovers dark secrets to about her brother and his friends. At the same, she finds herself drawn to a single father and tries to earn his trust, unaware of the deeper connection between him, and her brother, dangerous world. All the while, she is hunted by the trauma of witnessing her parents tragic death in an explosion. ⋆·:*¨༺ ♱ ♡ ♱ ༻¨*:· "Mess with my loved ones, and you're not just facing me-you're stirring the storm of a whole family." - Secret trauma ⋆·:*¨༺ ♱ ♡

Release Me by anna_rose01

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Running From The Wolves ✅COMPLETED ✅ by thedevilsdaughter300

"This is the story of Hazel..a tale I tell to others...a tale not many know of.. Such a loving child with her brother. So bright and full of life. Yes she was." A thundering night of rain and lighting consumed the night, as she took shelter in her room with her brother. They were so little. Too little to know the up coming death they'd find. The death of their dear mother. By who you may ask? Well shouldn't you read to know? Slowly loosing her self every second and everyone around..will she be able to find happiness once more? Or will her intoxicating memories pull her away from that path. Stepping into a pack unknowingly her life and walls start to crumble. Her thoughts may have worsen or have been at ease but that's for you to read and figure out. Will her missing brother ever be found..and will she ever finally be set free. Free from the wolves she runs from? As the story unfolds, secret are also told so hold tight..it'll be a long dangerous ride. Gore⚠️⚠️ Not all cute stuff...at all⚠️ Mistakes:)🥲 I do respond to comments :D [check the hashtags for more insight]

Abnormality in normality. by yoruyami61

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Please don't! No, don't do it please! No, please, I am begging! Not again please. They didn't listen. They didn't. They kept on doing it over, over and over again. They were like a blood-curdling spoilt alarm clock signal repeating itself endlessly. There was actually no end. My tired baggy eyes slowly fluttered open. Everywhere was moving in a gradual wobbly pace. I felt dizzy. My head was banging and banging relentlessly like a popcorn machine. Nauseating flashes of familiar faces covered up in grisly blood popped up in my terrified mind. I immediately gagged as a result. My stomach churned as the flashes slowly became more vivid. "Oh, you're awake? That good for you" A deep, yet falsely gentle, voice pierced through my turmoil. "Care for another round?' he said giving me a sinister smirk. "No please. I can't take it anymore! Just kill me please!" I said while wet flow of tears ran through my cheeks. Warning : This book may contain suicidal thoughts, torture scenes, trauma, gore, bloody scenes and lots of deaths.

Saved by sabzeverdeen17

She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

KILLED by firelordstorm

My best friend's body lies on the wooden floor, her head help up by the rope that is tied around her slender neck, which is secured to the ceiling. Blood still pools out of a wound in her abdomen, creating a vivid red puddle on the cedar planks. Sara's gray eyes are wide open and glazed over slightly, her light hair pulled into a messy side ponytail. When my brain fully registers these details, my hands drop away from my face, I turn on my heel, and then I burst into an adrenaline-filled sprint out the door. I take the steps two at a time, and when my feet hit the snow covered earth, I take off again, running and running as fast as I can, feeling not free, but full of unfamiliar fear. When I tear into the house, I find my mom sitting on the couch, staring at our Christmas tree with a soft smile on her face and a cup of coffee in her left hand, steam swirling up into the air in an intricate and beautiful pattern that only I can see. "Tess? Are you alright?" She's at my side the instant she sees my face, the coffee mug crashing to the floor and shattering to a million pieces, the shards representing my heart. "Call 911", I manage, my shoulders shaking. "Sara's dead." ------- Christmas was never supposed to start like this. My father wasn't supposed to come back, and my best friend shouldn't have been murdered. Now I'm wondering: What have I gotten myself into?

One by one by WorthyReading

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Complications (MxM) by StxnedWriter

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NUMBER THREE. by caribou652

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Accident by MeijiMeep

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SECRET TRAUMA || 18+ ✔️

"I LOVE YOU." I said as the rain soaked through my clothes but I didn't care. My heart pounding louder than the thunder rumbling above us. I took a breath, my voice, shaky, but determined. "I loved you since the day I found you in that dark horrific alley... wounded" I smiled eager to hear the words I long for. He looked away, his jaw clenched. For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of rain hitting the pavement. Then, he finally spoke, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "Don't" His honey brown eyes meet mine, as I hear the coldness in his voice. "What..." I responded as my tears began to form, but still had a smile on my face. "Camilla.. you want to save people's life and make a difference in the world.. while I do the opposite I am not what you need if you want to succeed in that dream.." And just like that, my heart broke... again. I stood there in the downpour, watching him walk away, feeling the cold seep in. ⋆·:¨༺ ♱ ♡ ♱ ༻¨:· CAMILLIA ISABEL RAMÍREZ dreams of becoming a nurse to help others, but her life is turned upside down after her grandmother's murder. Her estrange brother, who left after a heated argument years ago, returns to the funeral, now mysteriously wealthy. As Camilla takes on the responsibility of caring for her rebellious, younger sister, she uncovers dark secrets to about her brother and his friends. At the same, she finds herself drawn to a single father and tries to earn his trust, unaware of the deeper connection between him, and her brother, dangerous world. All the while, she is hunted by the trauma of witnessing her parents tragic death in an explosion. ⋆·:¨༺ ♱ ♡ ♱ ༻¨:· "Mess with my loved ones, and you're not just facing me-you're stirring the storm of a whole family." - Secret trauma ⋆·:*¨༺ ♱ ♡