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death drama sickness

Beep, beep, beep, beep. The footsteps and squeaking wheelchairs always move past my room. The shadows that peak from under the door moving back and forth seem to never end. The sweet fragrance from flowers intertwining with the chemicals that always seem to linger in the air. Then there is the shadow of a Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper that always seems to be hovering over every occupant in this hospital. Always there. The beady eyes of death staring into your soul. He opens his mouth. A thick, black fog comes rolling out of his mouth, It carries the scent of death on it. Then he raises his scythe with a smile as he claims his prize of the day. Then nothing. Maybe one day he'll take me, I don't like the feeling of being left behind. I hope to be the next prize he carries with him. I hope he takes me so I can see her again. Then maybe I won't feel so alone.All Rights Reserved

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In Shadows of Night by dstry0515

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

Room Sixteen by Badbitty10

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Psycho Cuffed by tsagetxx

Orion I'm stuck in a shit hole. Yes compared to every other insane person here, I'm living in luxury and I quite don't have a reason to be outside. I have everything I need. The one reason I had was no longer there. But I might've found another reason to leave, or not. My reason comes here every damn day. I fucking love it. Zee Only one mad man here lives better than half the population on Earth. And he's killed people. Somehow that doesn't bother me. I can look into his eyes just fine. I like it even, he's piercing green eyes sometimes makes me think he's perfect, until I remember he's the 'psycho killer'. Something doesn't make me want to leave. Maybe it's my job as a nurse, or maybe it's something I'm ashamed to admit.

Merchant Of Death by zona457

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The Reaper's Poison by LunarEclipseee67

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A Steal From Death by SchLilla

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.·:·.☽✧ Foraois ✧☾.·:·. by pigmyweed

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Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] by Sunmeee

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ECLIPSED BY SHADOW by savagegirl005

──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.

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In Shadows of Night

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.