Somewhere Between Childhood and Death
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Última publicación mar, jun 4, 2024
Follow a young woman, recounting her trials growing up during the dawn of children on the internet. Eve travels through her life at lightening speeds, never realizing what she will miss. In Progress.
Discussions of sexual assault, grooming, mental health, suicide, addiction, trauma, pornography, explicit content.
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Trigger warning ⚠️ This story contains; Abuse Body horror Misogyny White supremacy Scarification Vomiting Abuse Sex R@pe Blood and mental anguish Every page contains a hint of violence and pain, please proceed with caution. Despair that binds your hands is a generational curse. Threads of fire woven from your upper lip to your lower lip... keeping you sat and compliant.Concluida
𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐄. | 𝐁𝐱𝐁
| 𝐚𝐡 • 𝐠𝐚𝐡 • 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʏ 𝟾 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 𝟸𝟺 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺Concluida
𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 || 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝚰𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐋𝚰𝐄
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚. 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞-𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫.Concluida
Improvised Lines || An Original Story
Everly's just trying to survive school, her boyfriend, and her own brain. Now she's accidentally built a friend group and caught feelings for the quiet one. Classic.
𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙
𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣, 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧? 𝙏𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙? 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙?
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"Wᴇʟʟ ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ Cᴀɪʀᴏ, ᴊᴀʜɪʟ. ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ." ᴍᴏɴᴛʀᴇᴀʟ sʜᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ. ... "ɪᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ."Concluida
Trigger warning ⚠️ This story contains; Abuse Body horror Misogyny White supremacy Scarification Vomiting Abuse Sex R@pe Blood and mental anguish Every page contains a hint of violence and pain, please proceed with caution. Despair that binds your hands is a generational curse. Threads of fire woven from your upper lip to your lower lip... keeping you sat and compliant.
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