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Terminus
I am Mariah Langsten, I go by May or Mariah. My friends, or the ones left would call me Mariah Carrie because how I could sing. I never heard it like they did. I am with two other survivors, My best friend Beth Greene, once the shit hit the fan I had no chance to find her. But once I finally got to their house. They were all gone, the barn was burnt to nothing, few walkers lurking and something that looked like their house. She told me a hoard got them and she told me about her group and what happened. It nearly killed me when she told me what happened to Hershel. He was like my second dad when we were kids. We cried for a while in each other arms. Then the other survivor was a guy I found on my way to Hershel's, which was over a 4 or 5 months ago. I lost count, besides his name is Andrew Winder. Him and Beth became a thing, but we decided not to tell her we've had sex more than a couple times. It was for comforting purposes, but we both knew deep down. It was defiantly for the hell of it, we haven't had any one sexually for a long time. I was 23, blonde hair and brown eyes, Beth was 21, blonde with blue eyes. She was so damn pretty. Andy (As I called him) was 25, brown hair and blue eyes. I had zero training before all this started, all I did was play video games, eat food and cuss at online players when they pissed me off. I didn't have much of a life. Never really had a good boyfriend, not even a decent. They all wanted me for my "perfect" boobs. Which I thought was bull shit because its just a piece of fat attached to my chest, ugh. I dropped out. I sucked in everything I was a horrible person, I was a waste of oxygen on this earth. Sometimes I wondered if I bullet would make a nice last meal. (My book Terminus is based on Terminus seen from AMC's The Walking Dead) (I do not own any TWD characters)Complete
alastor and freinds in hell
this is just a crack story with my friends OH god this is so old and bad- read at ur own riskComplete
The boy next door
I moved to a strange town, I moved out of the house finally, and I'm enjoying my new home besides the fact that I have a neighbor, I never grew up with neighbors , I haven't seen my neighbor at all, it could be a nice little family or a 70 year old man, I just hope I like it here....-Bella-Complete
Gabby's Dollhouse: My New Life In The Dollhouse With Gabby
This story is based off of the Netflix Series Gabby's Dollhouse. This is a story of me as a 10 year old boy with autism where I have been living with my abusive Aunt and uncle for 5 years. My mother dies in a car crash 3 years prior to the incident. My aunt and uncle have been hurting me a lot so I decide that I have had enough. So I decide to run away from home and live with Gabby and her Cat friends from my favorite Show Gabby's Dollhouse from Netflix. Will Gabby help me get away from my abusive aunt and uncle and help me prepare to move into my new home in the Dollhouse? Will I be able to live a happier life with Gabby in her cat friends? Will I adapt to living with Gabby in the Dollhouse as my new home? Will I make lots of New New friends in the dollhouse? And What other adventures with Gabby and her cat friends await me in this new chapter of my life? And what will happen when I realize that none of this actually happened when I wake up in the Hospital from a nightmare loop? Will I wake up with Laila Lockhart the star of Gabby's Dollhouse from Netflix next to me in the hospital bed? What will happen after getting out of the hospital? Read to find out. Things start out bad at first but things get better. But I do have a few nightmares here and there. Note: This is a made up story. Also, I do not support Child abuse in any way. Child abuse is very bad and I do not encourage child abuse at all. Also, I did not go to the hospital and I never had a nightmare loop and I never met Laila Lockhart. So please do not take this seriouslyComplete
On the run
My friends never listened even when I tried to tell them why I did what I did but it will be hard to tell them now, now that I'm who knows how far away I am from home. I eat apples and oranges everyday and every night for about 6-7 months now but I'm tired of running and I'm tired of sleeping in that dark, dark cave at night and I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm the bad guy!Complete
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Horny jail
This is a story about me and my friends ocs living together. It's a slice of life with lots of smut. !!!Tw for traumatic topics!!!
I am Mariah Langsten, I go by May or Mariah. My friends, or the ones left would call me Mariah Carrie because how I could sing. I never heard it like they did. I am with two other survivors, My best friend Beth Greene, once the shit hit the fan I had no chance to find her. But once I finally got to their house. They were all gone, the barn was burnt to nothing, few walkers lurking and something that looked like their house. She told me a hoard got them and she told me about her group and what happened. It nearly killed me when she told me what happened to Hershel. He was like my second dad when we were kids. We cried for a while in each other arms. Then the other survivor was a guy I found on my way to Hershel's, which was over a 4 or 5 months ago. I lost count, besides his name is Andrew Winder. Him and Beth became a thing, but we decided not to tell her we've had sex more than a couple times. It was for comforting purposes, but we both knew deep down. It was defiantly for the hell of it, we haven't had any one sexually for a long time. I was 23, blonde hair and brown eyes, Beth was 21, blonde with blue eyes. She was so damn pretty. Andy (As I called him) was 25, brown hair and blue eyes. I had zero training before all this started, all I did was play video games, eat food and cuss at online players when they pissed me off. I didn't have much of a life. Never really had a good boyfriend, not even a decent. They all wanted me for my "perfect" boobs. Which I thought was bull shit because its just a piece of fat attached to my chest, ugh. I dropped out. I sucked in everything I was a horrible person, I was a waste of oxygen on this earth. Sometimes I wondered if I bullet would make a nice last meal. (My book Terminus is based on Terminus seen from AMC's The Walking Dead) (I do not own any TWD characters)
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