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Broken

LECTURES 51
Votes 7
Chapitres 8
Durée 15m

LECTURES 51
Votes 7
Chapitres 8
Durée 15m

One piece of broken glass. The sweat is pooling above my brow. Where did it come from...? It couldn't have fallen from the ceiling. There's no windows. No mirrors. Just a singular piece of glass. And I see my reflection. And then I fall.Tous Droits Réservés

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Moth, écrit par DArenson

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Runt, écrit par ParadoxSolutions

My name is Will Charred. I didn't ask to be the pathetic loser no one even knows, with my permanent black eye and the uncontrollable tufts of fur people call hair. I want to tell you about how my pathetically lonely existence was lit up by a ray of sunlight and got completely turned upside-down. Nope. Too poetic. I made myself gag. Moving on!

Stiles' Eyes | Sterek, écrit par eyesolatud

I watched my reflection in fear. I didn't know how it happened. I didn't know why it happened. I didn't know when it happened. December 3rd 2017 Note: Thanks for 1k reads :)

Demons Love, écrit par HADES_ANGEL666

I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."

The Rat King, écrit par RatHamlet

My name is Nolan Moore and something special happened to me. Or at least that is what the psychiatrist calls it. I think it was disturbing, too horrific for words. What happened to me was something that keeps me up at night. Sometimes I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for hours, even days. I get shivers down my spine even writing this down, but I have a feeling that I will be gone soon. So, if you read this, then you get a glimpse of my soul. I pray that before the end of my story I will get forgiveness for everything I have done. Just remember I did this because I thought it was the best thing at the time. Clearly, it wasn't. Time is a thin line floating between what was and what will be. It's flowing through space hoping to reach an end. Normally whenever someone makes a choice, time itself splits and although we don't feel a thing, it still happens, nonetheless. But now something happened that had never happened before. Two new lines that were created flowed alongside each other through the endless void, seeking their old one. They were never supposed to collide, but one strange afternoon everything went wrong. The three timelines hit each other dead on. Three people ended up on an island, three exactly the same people.

My Prince (His Royal Magic Highness), écrit par Michelle_Zeah

She went to her room and locked herself inside the room. She slowly sat down and started crying, ''why does this always happen to me?" she said while putting her fingers in hairs. "I hate myself," she said, crying. Just then she got up and grabbed her sharp nail trimmer "I will end this" she said and almost cut off her vein, when she heard a very strange whisper. "Hey don't young Lady killing yourself is a sin" she turned and the nail trimmer fell off her hand. "Who is it?" she said but the voice did not come back, she looked inside the mirror she brought from her deceased relative. She watched her eyes, it was like her own reflection was looking at her, just than she felt her green eyes turning to electric blue, she got startled, then she turned and walked towards her bed, "It's like I am having hallucinations, can't die properly even " she said to herself and went to her bed. ****** She got up late in the morning; she didn't want to go to school. She turned to the other side of her bed. Still eyes closed she looked for a pillow but instead her hand touched something very hard, it was like a human arm, the manly odor was surrounding, first she thought she was dreaming, She hold him softly and hugged him. He was snoring faintly. She opened her eyes instantly, it was some unknown man on her bed and he was sleeping peacefully beside her, she narrowed her eyes to confirm it was indeed what she was seeing, she got up a bit while putting pressure over her arm. His light brown hair were fallen over his forehead, His broad chest was moving up and down as he breaths, when she realized that it was not dream, she got up and screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh". An ordinary love story? Think again.

Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story), écrit par CallOfTheAlpha

Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.

Moss (under major Editing), écrit par SugaryCandul

Moss stared at me, his eyes glowing a vibrant kind of green. He ran his hand through his brown hair and grinned at me. "Didn't I tell you to stay out my room?" He said while lazily walking over to me with a limp. "I'm sorry..uh- I'll leave now!" I get up and run to the door but with a blank of an eye he was in front of me. "Don't leave just yet..I'm hungry you know." He chuckled and placed his hand on my shoulder. It felt like a millon weights were on that one shoulder and I fell to the ground instantly. "No! Stop!" I scream as he plants his teeth into my neck and I let the darkness consume me.

THE CONTRACT (The Chosen Series #2), écrit par knightwaters

{MATURE +18} I am strong, I am resilient, I am fire... ******************************************************************************************* Grabbing hold of my wrist, he tugs me towards him. His large arms wrapping around my torso as he pulls me closer, burying his face in my hair. "I can't give you a happily ever after Erin." He tells me, his voice breaking with what sounds like pain. Reaching up with my free hand, my fingers threading through his hair until it catches on his silken ends. I tug. Hard. Ensuring that we have eye contact, I whisper. "I don't need tomorrow, all I want from you, right now, is tonight." ******************************************************************************************* Trapped in a contract with no exit, an agreement made without her consent. Erin will learn that there is more to the end of her story, more than the life her father sold her into too, and it is going to be one HELL of a fight to come out on top. I'm back BITCHES, and things are about to get HOT!!!

${Jungkook}BTS FF 18+ 'Sold to a Mafia King', écrit par X_Chiyo$

You were at work and you were on break. You walk outside in the ally way taking a short break as you Hear a lady scream and run that way as you see her getting shot as a person in all black stares at you and you try to run away but the person Wraps a cloth around your mouth and u feel sleepy and fall asleep.

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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.