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WARNING: THIS STORY NEEDS SOME SERIOUS EDITING, WHICH I HAVE JUST RECENTLY STARTED DOING. READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Meet Blare. A girl who once had a perfect life. Parents, an elder sister, friends, everything that a normal person could have. But after an accident, Blare was left living alone with her elder sister, who later on started to make her life a living hell. Years passed and Blare studied harder than ever in school. She later joined a band with 3 of her friends and developed a crush towards the lead vocalist. Everything went on the same everyday which became pretty normal to Blare. She tried to make the best of everything. That is..until she meets a certain 'no good'. After that, her whole life began to change. [I don't own any of the creepypastas mentioned in the story.] I don't own the art in the cover picture. Cover pic editing: @Amazing_Asni4

It wasn't supposed to be like this. All I wanted to do was get on the train and head out to the first day of the rest of my life. School finished, degree obtained, a new job waiting for me, therapy going well. That's how that morning was supposed to go. But it didn't. Instead I'm thrust head first into a world I never wanted to take part in because I'm mistaken for someone else. A EMP goes off in Inverness station, set off by a terrorist group after strange black boxes, with one of them now bio-linked to me. Along with the box is my guide, Charlie, who is supposed to lead me to safety, keep me away from the Burn tell me where to take the box. But the more I travel, the more I realize there's more to all of this than I could possible realize, and what's worse, there's more to me than I realize. Memories long lost come to the surface, making me question what's real and what is just a concoction of my own twisted mind. With each step of my journey, I wonder more and more just what this box in my hand really does, and who I really am. I fear the answers I'll find. Discaimer: I do not own The Walk or any of its characters. The game belongs to Six To Start and Naimo Alderman. This is simply my Walker's pov in the Walk, and I also see it as a To Be A Runner Alternative Universe story.

'They call him the merchant of death but I call him the merchant of beauty and a girl's fantasy.dont blame me if I'm being sarcastic but have you seen this guy,he comes to me ,makes me ogle at his beautiful structure and surprised at his weird entrance' trust me I still don't know how he got into my room'. and then opens his mouth to speak,gosh his voice smooth,fresh and silky.his deep baritone voice vibrated through my skin leaving goosebumps and mouth wide opened.'stop,wait no that's not the reason my mouth was opened and I was not dripping.but he called himself "THE CARRIER,THE COLLECTOR OF SOULS,THE MERCHANT". So that left my mouth opened and going on he said he has come to take me...at this point I'm like take me?,take me!? ah thank God someone decided to treat me to a vacation I needed it but on the other hand I'm like wtf!!!!. Young Amelia Browns, beautiful dark haired and fair skinned girl born with deformity of the eyes meaning her orbs are a shade of different colours' she's unique,and very different but is despised for her difference.her parents sees her as a child of deform but her grandmother sees her as a child of star and beauty.at school she had no friend, always being pushed away from everything and everyone...but one night changes everything and a scar imprinted on her skin by the side of her waist burns counting her days...on Earth join me in this romance mystery as we unravel secrets and brak the ice going on with her parents, grandparents and also herself....

You're a very negative person living in a small town where people don't care about anyone or anything but themselves. You thought that nothing could make you laugh anymore, not even the most funny person in the world... but the most positive and goofy serial killer is in town and is looking for his next victim... you. ------------------------ Hi everyone, this will probably be a short fan fiction with our lovely Ghostface since it has been requested by someone I know and decided to try this out. Hope you'll have fun and enjoy this :) If you didn't get some of the references you can check out my other story if you want to.

A story that goes around 3 people that tried to start an occult club with a theory in hand. Come back in 11PM (GMT+3) 11:30PM (GMT+3) to know more about the lore. As for the story connections these show too. Those who read the lore must find the code of the lore and dm it to my discord account. Which is the owner of this server. If you are the first to collect all the lore pieces and know the answer to the following question: "Who is the entity?" You'll be rewarded 10$. This will go on till October 1st. Till then. Ps: the rules are obvious and if you help out someone during the competition you have my green flag. It is just the person that answers the question first is eligible to the reward. That's it for now. See you all in 1st of October. Where I'll release the full book. (1st lore) Yet To Be Revealed (2nd lore) Yet To Be Revealed (3rd lore) Yet To Be Revealed

"Look I can explain." It was Sci ------- DD/MM/20YY. Sci had a breakthrough a way to preserve monsters from dusting. The experiment covered by the threat of an asylum and it's patience. Before he could delve further into the idea however someone releases the 'monsters' and now he's in charge of getting it back together. It'd be a lot easier if citizens weren't getting attached. Now free for the first time in years Nightmare, Cross, Ink, Error, Killer, Dust and Horror are free from the bounds of whatever was going on. Facing the fact instead of abused skeletons they're asylum escapists. With only Blue, Dream and Lust not threatening them every second of every day they're forced to get to the border. However interaction for the first time in years is going to be awkward and might result in people realising they want t be more than friends... Then they have to answer questions and start tying the ends together ~ --------------- This monstrosity is a sanscest fanfiction with a plot written by Imy please critique but refrain from hate. Includes: Crossmare Kreme Xchetty Dustberry Horrorlust Kustard and some errink.

She sent the woods to me in an envelope, an envelope I wished I never opened. I've been getting anonymous letters for 3 months now. And I cannot say in words how much my life has been demolished by them. Say, stranger, are you going to read her letters? are you curious about what and who it was that tore apart my life, haunted my soul, devoured my peace? Then again, I do not matter. The book isn't about me at all. What matter are the letters in the black envelope and the horrendous story they contain. But do not skip the warning. I beg you. Do not skip the warning. Please. . .

(Warning: This story depicts subjects of violence, suicide, etc. If you aren't comfortable or are triggered by these subjects DON'T read this story! Thanks ^^) This story is based off a concept a friend of mine has, there's going to be a few fanmade characters for the story to spice it up a bit. All art are mine, I'll try to make an artwork for each chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. Now for the story description thingy that isn't actually a full story description(?): "Be happy, Emerson. You've been looking so sad all week and we miss you being happy.". Emerson suddenly feels a bit frustrated, the sleep deprivation isn't helping, "Guys I'm seriously not sad, I'm just very tired. How come you guys are going to immediately assume my depression is getting worse? You guys always get me this all the time when you suspect it so don't play dumb.". Remington gives a dramatic sigh and Sebastian shakes his head a bit, both of them seem set on Emerson just being sad. Yes, he did give the impression he was but that's to hide the truth. "You lose sleep when your mood changes sometimes, ya know..", Sebastian states, in a very broad manner. Emerson looks down before glaring at them, "What the h-ll?! I'm not sad!". "Then what is it?", Remington asks in a rather frustrated tone. Emerson waves his hand upwards, "Don't worry about it right now, I'm not ready to talk about it.", He says. He then walks out and goes to his room, setting the box of chocolate on his nightstand. His gaze turns to his bed where Clockwork lays against his pillow. [Warning: This story has been discontinued and there will be no more updates.]