Content Warning-This story is meant for mature audiences. It features adult language, references, situations, sexual content, graphic violence, and gore. Fantasy, horror, and science fiction are my favorite genres to read. They are also my favorite to write. I've enjoyed writing since I won my first writing contest in the fourth grade. That was over twenty-five years ago and I haven't shared a sinlge word of it. Imposter syndrome is a bitch! Well, I finally managed to pull the trigger. Here is "O Negative". It's a mix of all of my favorite genres. I've mixed a fantasy, based on present-day Earth, with plenty of graphic horror and wrapped it all up within a world driven by the technological advancements that only can be obtained from millions of years of civilation. A small group of strangers find themselves surviving in a decimated world. It's bad enough to be stranded in a no-name town, but things become surreal when you realize the vast majority of humanity has died...it becomes terrifying when you realize you aren't that lucky to be alive. "Survivor's Guilt" isn't a thing when you find yourself the sole food source for an entire group of beings that no longer need to hide in the shadows. Man is no longer at the top of the food chain...they are now the cattle.

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

i don't care for the sun. i don't care for the stars. i don't care for music. i don't care for dogs. i don't care for cats. i don't care for tomorrow. i don't care for forever. but.. i do love him and suddenly, everything i didn't care for became important after all. _ the world is black and white, everything has its place, and nothing stands out. but when a splash of blue enters his life, nothing felt as dull as it used to. he doesn't know if it's worth the confusion, or if people like him are just meant to be left behind. but maybe, just maybe, there's more to the route that was his life than he expected. _ -dmmd x male reader -takes place in the same universe as in game -also fuck the anime phase 1, common route: current phase 2, y/n's route: phase 3, after-story: i do not own DRAMAtical murder, obviously.

When metal creatures first arrived to earth, we brushed it off as something the military can handle a few months later all countries on the globe united together to solve this crisis but society continued as it was. We adapted a few years later with new weapons the first ever Nikke's were created with the use of "willing" female test subjects. We revered them as Goddess's of Victory a beacon of hope, the fighting continued, the wave of Raptures became more fierce and human lives began to rapidly decrease as the conflict got much worse so they created the Ark a place where humanity can thrive everyone across the globe had come to save themselves... ")(;:Here comes the snow^[<<<"... [ERROR] that was my first ever deployment in a experimental mobile suit to fight alongside humanities "goddesses" >>> New Entry Connecting to video...ERROR..(RETRYING) BZZZZT Did you know...there are three kind of aces? Those who seek strength, those who live for pride, and those who can read the tide of battle. Those are the three. And him, she was a true ace. ...It didn't matter where the battlefield was, the lady had complete trust in her own powers. She was born for battle. A Demon Lord who struck down all opposition. She paid no heed to the troubles of those who flew with her... ...Before long, everyone had taken notice of her. More and more would show up to watch her go off on sortie. Mercenaries or maintenance crew, it didn't matter. People wanted to burn her image into their memories. Hell, they weren't the only ones. "Fire away, coward!...come on... COME ON!" BZZZZT [AUDIO RECORDING DAMAGED] "Anyway, that's what I've come to believe, and I think that's enough. Will she see this video? If you do meet her, give her a message for me. 'Yo buddy, still alive? And thanks friend. See you again...."

We have been taught we are the only ones that can hurt ourselves. We are the only ones that could end this Earth. We have been taught wrong. There are forces surrounding us, controlling us, watching us and making sure we fail as a race. There are also forces helping us be better, guiding us towards a more enlightened present and future and both forces have been around us forever. But what if these forces are and have been in a war for thousands and thousands of years. On one side, they want to slave us on the other they need us to be prosperous and reach happiness with ourselves and our lives. What if Angels were just like us? They have their strengths we have our own. What if they had the same issues as we do? Up there or wherever they are coming from. We have a mission in this lifetime, they have the same mission through all their existence. We change our mission with every lifetime, they don't. This would make some Angels feel anger for humankind and there are those who see it as the Father's command and wish and comply just as they were told to do. It is written they had a weakness for human females and it is also written they procreated with them. This story is about the first Angel born from a human female and an Angel who has lived among us since the beginning of time but we have come to the end of times and with it, Angels, the ones on our side, the ones against us, the ones who don't care, and us humans, are facing the end of existence right now.

"I lost him, he's gone. If I'm not careful I will be too" -------------------------- He looks healthy now. His cheeks are rosy red, his lips aren't cracked. He looks good, he looks his age. But I still don't know why we're in the hospital. Alone, no, We're stuck in the room, his face pales. Like the day we got the news. No, wait what's happeing, His eyes, his body, his smile it all fades. I'm not ready, not yet. I just want to hold him one last time, give me one last chance to say goodbye. Just one more. "Sophia" Not now. I just need to say goodbye, let me say goodbye. "Sophia" I turn around, my hair is in my face, he's dissapeared, where is he. I frantically look around me. I'm in darkness. Empty, darkness. "Sophia" No, I had him. -------------------------- Killian Miller died four years ago. Leaving his sister Sophia Miller to grieve. What he hoped didn't happen, happened and now she has completely lost it. She isn't living anymore, but she's surviving. Each day harder then the other. August Stead comes into her life. Will he be able to help, will he be able to love again? -------------------------- Started: 27th July 2020 Completed: 12th October 2020 Editing completed: 27th December 2021

Oh, another post-apocalyptic story? How original, right? Pft! Look at ya... sittin' there with your smug, arm-chair critic opinions; puffin' out your chest like you're the final boss of good taste. "It's all been done before." Oh, no shit, Nostradamus. So has fuckin' breathing, but here you are, still doing that. The delusion is palpable, my guy. You think your limp-dick cynicism makes you clever? You think you've got the range to shit on this demon slaughtering, blood slick, chaos drenched fever dream? Fuck you. You don't know shit. You definitely don't know Sky King and Ezra Black. If you did? You'd be swan-diving into this bangarang mayhem. But hey, no pressure. Nobody's stapling your eyelids open. You wanna ghost out? Bye! This isn't a fucking sleepover. This is volitional havoc, baby. We're not here to beg you. Ezra and Sky? They're two majestic slaughterhouses who have been Crane kickin' existential horror in the dick since they were seven & eight. You ever see an eight-year-old tear a demon's jaw off with his bare fuckin' hands? You should. These two were goin' full Mortal Kombat on demons. Bare-knuckle survival in a nonstop horror gangbang of blood, viscera, fangs, claws, and absolutely zero goddamn hugs. No bedtime stories, no parents, just rage boners and annihilation. Cut to the now. The boys are knocking on thirty and they're incorporeal. In a world they shouldn't have survived, they Detroit Smashed that shit into the goddamn pavement. Yeah, they shook it down in the most disrespectful way possible. Savage intellect, weaponized charm, and pure, unapologetic carnage. The last remaining relics of a time when people had balls. Sure, maybe their moral compass is more of a "suggestion" than a "guiding principle." Who gives a fuck? If you were expecting some virtuous, noble bullshit, I don't know what to tell you. Wrong story, pal. *Cue the goddamn soundtrack* (Now let's rip that fourth wall down and go ride this motherfucker into the sunset!)

Si vis pacem, para bellum. //If you want peace, prepare for war// ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The daughter of the infamous Bruce Banner most known for his time spent saving the world as the Hulk and for his research in gamma radiation. Y/n Banner has never been a secret to the world but her story keeps being altered. So this is her story through her view. Watch as she makes it through physical and mental hurting with crazed and intensified emotions, loss, and through it all love. You may think you know her story but trust me, you don't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So I started running. You assume most nerds aren't physically fit but this nerd could run for hours on end and never get tired. Sarah called me the young Steve Rogers even though when Steve Rogers was young it was hard enough for him to walk long distances nevermind run. Running has become a common thing with me. Especially at night after my nightmares. The nightmares are roughly the same, the experiment that turned my dad into a big green monster but instead he doesn't survive the blast. What a lot of people don't know is that I was actually in the lab with him. I watched as he tested the machines to make sure there were no accidents or causalities. Everything seemed to be fine, until it wasn't. The machine malfunctioned and the gamma rays went out of control. Not only did my dad get hit but so did I. The effects weren't exactly the same obviously but they did the same job of giving the victims unnatural abilities. On my run I started to think more about the accident as tears streamed down my face and my feet started to feel like they were on fire since my body wanted to just give out and sulk. My mother chose to leave me, my father tried to leave me. What is it about me that repels people? Why doesn't anyone want me? _________________________________________ Started: 7/16/21 Finished: 7/10/22 DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters they belong to Stan Lee🕊️ and Marvel

*Dark Short Story with triggers including abuse/torture and violence, sexual assault, stalking and home invasion* Someone has been been following me. I never see a face or catch a glance of a shadow but I know somethings not quite right. My life changes forever when I arrive home one day to a nightmare. Just when things seem to be looking up he comes back for me, and this time he wants me for more than just one night. ------ Please note: This is a fictional story. Many, if not the vast majority, of the actions taken by the fictional characters are absolutely not ok in real world, non-fictional settings. This is a dark short story that contains triggers and themes such as kidnapping, graphic sexual assault/ sexual objectification, drugging and abuse/torture. DO NOT continue if you don't enjoy reading that sort of thing in fictional worlds. ------ #1 in: HomeInvasion (January 2024) MatureAudience (January 2024) Heldcaptive (January 2024) Captor (January 2024) #2 in Dark (April 2024) #3 in Force (April 2024) #5 in Force (January 2024) ------ Below are some crisis and help hotlines (US numbers) Suicide, Mental Health Crisis: 988 National Human Trafficking Hotline: 1 888 373 7888 National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1 800 799 7233 Emergency Services: 911

ＥＰＨＥＭＥＲＡＬ _____________________ TBHK/JSHK [ VARIOUS x GN. READER ] EPHEMERAL: „ meaning something that is short lived, such as a lifespan of a living creature or a period of time, like a summer. anything not permanent, or in more poetic words, "everything is temporary". - Raised by a family full of exorcists, (SURNAME) (FORENAME) had grown to know all about supernaturals and apparitions. They grew self aware that there are those who lurk the earth looking like anything besides your average being, people who have the ability to do what the norm cannot, people who others believe should be removed. Those people being exorcists, something they should become. But what if they didn't want to grow up and follow in their bloodline like their sibling had? What if they wanted to live a normal life without the unique vision of seeing what the average citizen cannot? What if they cared not to be dragged into a life involving inhumane beings, and just studied for a job they yearned for, for the rest of their life? Unfortunately, wants cannot always be haves, for this young student at Kamome Gakuen cannot escape the life of a person with seeing eyes. It all started with a school mystery, his assistant, an exorcist, and somebody who wanted nothing to do with the apparition life in the first place. A shame none of them could get what they want. Time is just far too short to let it happen. - - - PUBLISHED ; nov 23 2024 COMPLETED ; n/a STATUS ; ongoing - - - All rights go to the respective owners of the creators of Tbhk/Jshk. - Do not take heavy inspiration. Simple inspiration is fine, but taking my whole plot and character idea is beyond my comfort. Thanks for reading!