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Trapped in a Dream

LETTURE 200
Voti 52
Parti 17
Tempo 2h 46m

LETTURE 200
Voti 52
Parti 17
Tempo 2h 46m

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"Quick! It's right behind you!" I was running as fast as my feet could take me, not knowing where, not knowing how far, as long as I would find an exit from this weird and never-ending dark place, I could not think of anything but of how to survive throughout this night, or should I say, Nightmare.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

Welcome to Nightmare Land |Complete| di Paradoxx

Looking for horror, humor, and a bit of romance? Welcome to Nightmare Land. Abandon all hope of EVER waking up! It started as a silly night involving a group of friends and then it turned into an eerie adventure. They stumbled across an abandoned amusement that's modeled to make you relive your worst nightmares. Entering was their biggest mistake. Strange things started happening-- unexplained attacks, noises, notes, and most importantly: Nightmares. One by one they are targeted, tormented, and marked. Before anything else goes wrong they have return to the worst place imaginable: Nightmare Land. Excerpt: "It's okay to be afraid." I feel my chains tighten and a heat on my chest, accompanied by more laughter. "What... What are you?" I whisper. "Me?" It replies, touching my face "I'm your worst nightmare." ❤Read|Vote|Comment ❤

Echoes of the Dreamscape di GamerGirlLivvie

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The Claimed

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace