Stones

Stones

missadventure111

Reads 156
Votes 42
Parts 4

Ongoing57m

Last published Sun, Apr 19, 2020

children crazy help horror insane

I open my eyes and all I see is dark... so... that is what I fear

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I was lying down with my eye closed but i couldn't feel what I was lying on. I didn't feel like i'm floating nor falling. I opened my eyes but it was all black. I put my hand in front of my face. Even with the darkness surround me but I could still see my hand. Where am I?
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𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
『❝𝗔 𝗣𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧.❞』 ➺ 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦!𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 There was a deadly outbreak. Apocalypse fanatic Y/n almost went near head over heels obsessed with the thought of the apocalypse being nigh; until it was revealed it was true. The apocalypse was nigh. Then all hell broke loose, and the repercussions of death are now on Y/n's fingertips; on full display for him to see. 𝐎𝐑: You survive purely due to dumb luck, adrenaline, and a (not-so) coincidental meeting with a survival expert. -- Highest Rankings: #1 in zombie-apocalypse #1 in zombie #1 in male #1 in mreader #1 in infection #1 in infected #3 in guns #5 in yandere #7 in mlm [Rated Mature due to violence and self harm themes.]
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You'd found codependency in parasocial relationships before the word had even been invented. On one dark night, you'd decided something for yourself. That being in a parasocial relationship wasn't good enough anymore. You wanted to be more than a fan- you wanted to be the creator. 🔪4.5/10 🔪
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Mine
I was Mama's doll. I was not to be anything but a doll. Everything I had was Mama's. I was to never grow up and I was absolutely never to fall in love. For Mature readers only!
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Are You Awake Yet?
In my nightmares I am trapped on a mental ward. I can't move my hands without feeling the restriction of the straps. My head is as clear, no trace of the "madness." I strain against the black polyester with every ounce of strength and still I can't budge. My back hurts right to the base of my spine. Saliva is pooling in the back of my mouth. The staff have gone. I am alone. My heart pounds, ready to explode; my eyes scan left and right for signs of someone coming to help. No-one. Worn green curtains hang limp on flaking chrome rings and though the gap passers by pay me no attention at all.
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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬
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"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?

I was lying down with my eye closed but i couldn't feel what I was lying on. I didn't feel like i'm floating nor falling. I opened my eyes but it was all black. I put my hand in front of my face. Even with the darkness surround me but I could still see my hand. Where am I?

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