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These woods remain guilt ridden of pain. 




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The Deep And The Dark [COMPLETED][UNEDITED] by xJadeHillx

The air smelled of gasoline and death. That's what woke me first. Not the searing pain in my side or the impossible heat coming from somewhere behind me. No, it was the smell. And then the memories hit me like the bus hit the tree. And I was rolling down the side of a mountain, surrounded by ten other screaming kids and three panicked adults. All of which had a ninety six percent chance of death. My eyes were open. My emerald eyes, so rare that only two percent of the population had them. And my throat was burning, and my skin was tingling. And all I could think about was the probability that I was dying. Scattered around me I knew were twelve other people with a ninety nine percent chance of already being dead. And I didn't look around to find out. Because I knew I was one hundred percent right.

Star Base 12: The New Utopia by ladykarissa

This novel is for Camp National Novel Writing Month 2023 .

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘~𝒁𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒚𝒙𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 by w9nston

⚠️WARNING⚠️MENSIONS OF BLOOD,GORE,DRUGS AND WEAPONS IN THIS STORY.

𝐶𝐴𝑀𝑃 𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿 | 𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇: 1978 ✔︎ by earth-2-lily

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡... 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑..." 𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? 𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟? 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑉𝐼𝐿𝑌 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡: 1978! 𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙙 •𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒆• by Fearstrt_Fandom

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. "𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑? 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛." 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚡, 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞/𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲

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I never felt so alone. But I'm used to being alone. Alone is what I wanted. But then he had to come along. He had to try and be the best person possible. He had to come along and start caring for me. **** Swazi is a cold character. Most people wouldn't want to even go near her. With a blunt tongue and sharp glares, she screams silently "Leave me alone". Her past haunts her and she lives in it like one of her ghosts. But when her parental units send her away to a summer camp and she's forced to interact with others, she's thrown into a whole new dark mess of fear, trauma, and... Possibly Love?

Sheep to be Slaughtered by zarawest98

Fear and sacrifice keep them alive. There is no life outside the village. Rules must be followed. Death awaits all those that try to leave. At least that was what Eleyah and Zander were taught to believe. The word cult was once unfamiliar to them. Yet, a discovery long kept secret by the village leader changes everything they thought they knew. They realize they are trapped... caught between the dangers of the forest and the psychosis of the villagers... with no one but each other to face this bleak and horrifying world.

Berserk by Miso_Shawty

"It doesn't hurt them because they must be used to it by now but if they are used to it by now why do they cry?"

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The Deep And The Dark [COMPLETED][UNEDITED] cover

Star Base 12: The New Utopia cover

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘~𝒁𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒚𝒙𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 cover

𝐶𝐴𝑀𝑃 𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿 | 𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇: 1978 ✔︎ cover

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙙 •𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒆• cover

When We All Go cover

Sheep to be Slaughtered cover

The Deep And The Dark [COMPLETED][UNEDITED]

The air smelled of gasoline and death. That's what woke me first. Not the searing pain in my side or the impossible heat coming from somewhere behind me. No, it was the smell. And then the memories hit me like the bus hit the tree. And I was rolling down the side of a mountain, surrounded by ten other screaming kids and three panicked adults. All of which had a ninety six percent chance of death. My eyes were open. My emerald eyes, so rare that only two percent of the population had them. And my throat was burning, and my skin was tingling. And all I could think about was the probability that I was dying. Scattered around me I knew were twelve other people with a ninety nine percent chance of already being dead. And I didn't look around to find out. Because I knew I was one hundred percent right.