Telling Souls
- Leituras 93
- Votos 9
- Capítulos 2
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The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Concluída
I'm Sorry- the story of a Blue Paladin
He felt pathetic. He felt worthless. His fellow paladins had no idea how much their words hurt Lance until he was gone. ........ (I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE, 12 ,GUYS)Concluída
Behind the Mask
Everyone longs for someone who could understand them. Some toughened up to hide their weakness, while others try hard to look soft to hide their strength but when they finally found someone who reads them well, they unconsciously stop pretending to be something they are not. So until the time, they found their soulmate everything is all "behind the mask".Concluída
Red Ribbons//Langst
It was like red ribbons streaming down my arms. The pain all washed away with the tide. How many pills is enough to make me never wake. How can no one see such a simple thing, or do they see it but just ignore. I want to ignore that voice in my head.Concluída
Voltron group chat
I try to make it funny? it's just to laugh and it's also Klance so. It's angsty, I love making Keith sufferConcluída
Voltron: The Mysterious Prisioner (Keith X reader) (OG Version)
This story has been rewritten. This is the terrible original version. Look for the new one under my works.Concluída
Langst One-Shots
A collection of Langst Oneshots inspired by various scenarios, prompts and books. I hope you enjoy them, requests are welcome but I try to stick to happy endings Warnings -Depression -Anxiety -Suicidal thoughts -Cutting/Self Harm -Blood & Violence -AngstConcluída
Beginning Of Sorrows
The world has been sent into utter chaos. Storms beyond explanation, sounds echoing threw the sky. Trumpets sounding from the cloud above...but why? All things no one can explain. Then it gets worse. It starts with a cough, then a fever, then hallucinations. Before finally...you turn. Being turned into a flesh seeking monster. You have no control. And we have no escape, it's either kill or be killed, fight or die, scavenge or be eaten. The only way out of the nightmare is death. A cruel, scream filled death. Yesterday seemed perfect until the trumpet sounded. Will you survive or will you die like the rest?Concluída
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
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