Escapism
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Handfuls of lost bits of memories, all consciously wasted. If only she spoke. If only she was truly awake. Yet here she sat with her knees on the floor bent over her bedsheets, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, wetting the sheets as she stared with her face turned sideways to the window where rain was pouring during an autumn storm. The thought had turned this one woman into a troubled one, just like many others. That one thought had spread like a plague among the community, making them all slowly lose themselves by drowning in themselves, in their minds. A plague so known and feared, yet nobody dared to speak about it for the longest time.
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DISCONTINUED
Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.Concluída![GOOD NIGHT | .jshk [✔︎]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/251259715-256-k117065.jpg)
GOOD NIGHT | .jshk [✔︎]
good night ; y. amane x f. reader! ━━ ❝ fabricated love my dear ! ❞ &&. just your average , cliche , love story between two teenagers . yet as day's continue to past , one realizes . this isn't the cliche love story she hoped for at all . + COMPLETED ! fluff , angst , romance . [ + foul language & triggering topics .]Concluída
Death Before Her Eyes
P R E F A C E Defenseless and silent. Freedom is nowhere to be found as these eyes gazed upon this unfamiliarity of a place with ears dancing from these melancholy ballad melodies caused by the nightingales. Her mind was shaken by the realization that it should have been just a feigned realm, but it was not at all. Fear has crawled back to her like a man in the desert with no water or aid, only his solitude. The unknown whereabouts of hope remained veiled; even if she took her eyes out of her sockets, she could still feel the desolated morbidity of a cage with her obliviousness to hope. Peculiarities are increasingly arriving, like every droplet caused by the rain. If only Pandora had not held onto her curiosity.Concluída
Too Dark for you to Love
In the gloomy town of Deathmoure, located amidst misty landscapes, people possessed an unusual trait - they couldn't inflict death on anyone, including themselves. It was a pacifist's dark utopia but for my grieving heart of a white widow, it was a prison - a sanctuary of despair. Needing a path out of this grief-stricken existence, I began my search for a reaper who could aid in my departure. With the newly arrived reaper, broad-shouldered with a charismatic, sly charm that was hard to withstand, I found myself engulfed in a bizarre investigation. Mysterious events began occurring within our rainy town, pointing indirectly toward my mysterious reaper. Amidst this chaos, an unlikely sentiment blossomed within me - love. As the investigation deepened, so did the connection between me and my reaper. It was an unexpected twist, a cosmic joke. I was no longer an icy fortress but a hopeful woman, falling in love with the man who was uncovering the darkest secrets of the people around me. The fighting spirit dormant for so many years in me, now roared to life. August 2023 #1 in dieforyouConcluída
TAUHIDA ✔️
"Have you no heart?" He stopped. Sayf turned abruptly to face her, feeling as every word she spoke got to his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh. "Are perhaps mentally impaired?" he asked again trying to be clear. "If I was I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. Yes, he insulted her but that was the least of her problems. She will have to avenge at a more convenient time later. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Stop challenging me" she said holding her waist with both hands. He hissed and started walking away majestically. He was so done wasting his words on her. Tauhida groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "Koh dutse ne kai albarka" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and atria is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️Concluída
Guess Who?
In the sudden silence, the only sound was the thud of her heart and the whisper of fabric as the unseen figure closed the distance between them. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she felt a hand splay against her neck, gentle yet firm, sending a jolt of fear and unwanted excitement through her. The music remained off, and the crowd froze like a paused painting, their collective breath held in suspense. The warm breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine as he murmured, "Guess who?" His voice was a dark symphony, a promise and a threat wrapped in one seductive package.
The Last Whisper
I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?
Shadows of the Forsaken
Ever since she could remember, the experiments had been part of her life. As a child, they were harmless-just puzzles and strange potions given to her by the woman she called Mother. Back then, she believed it was all a game, a way to make her smarter, stronger. But as she grew, the tests changed. They became invasive. Painful. Each experiment carved new scars into her skin and left her mind tangled in unanswered questions. The woman she once trusted had become a stranger, her warmth replaced by cold calculation. And then the voices started. A shadow lurked within her, whispering, clawing at the edges of her sanity. She wasn't alone in her own body-something else had been forced inside her. Something ancient. Something hungry. Now, she's free... but for how long? With the past chasing her and the monster inside threatening to take control, she's left with one question: Was she ever meant to survive, or was she only meant to become something else?
Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.
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