Donggo City
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People say I'm strange. But I'm just observant.
I see things others ignore-the cracks in smiles, the weight behind words, the color of fear in someone's eyes.
No, I haven't killed anyone. But I've thought about it. Haven't you?
If you're reading this, you're already in too deep.
Welcome to Donggo City. Keep your eyes open.
(This is a revamped version of my original story 'ME')
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Paranoia... has become my constant companion. Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into? Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better. Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us... Like me. All that self-improvement didn't mean shit... Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now... Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here. I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy.... At least you were, while it lasted. "Times almost up, they'll be here soon." TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.Terminé
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[SLOW UPDATES] 𝘼 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. ___________________________________________ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!
random stuff I wrote
I just wrote some short story's and poems when I felt like it if you see this pls read and let me know what you think I want feedback.Terminé
TRAPPED IN HIS EYES
Nobody ever thinks their life will shatter in an instant-until it does. Not at first. You wake up, you go through the motions, and you trust the people around you. You laugh, you cry, you love. You never stop to wonder if the hands you hold today will be the same ones that destroy you tomorrow. I never did. I never questioned the warmth in his smile, the strength in his presence, the way he stood by my side like a shadow I could always rely on. I thought I had finally found someone who understood me, someone who didn't see me as an outsider. Someone I called a brother. But trust is a dangerous thing. It blinds you. It makes you miss the signs staring right at you. Because the moment I saw the truth- I realized I had been holding the devil's hand all along. #5 Survivor #36 ObsessionTerminé
Surrender to the dark
--- Nothing Is Everything. No one knows where it started... and no one knows when it'll end. She appears to be sweet, innocent, and soft - the kind of woman everyone would protect. But beneath that smile lies something far darker. A master of martial arts, a lethal markswoman, fluent in five languages, and cold as ice. She is the blade - sharp, deadly, and unforgiving - her innocence nothing but a façade. He fell for the illusion. He thought he could tame her. But he soon realized that she is not the fragile flower he believed her to be. She is the predator, and he... he is the prey. He doesn't love her. He never did. Yet, he gladly bleeds for her. He sacrifices for her. Why? Because, in his twisted obsession, he finds himself addicted to the darkness she offers - even if it's not love. It's the power she holds over him, the terror that runs through his veins every time she's near. He knows she'll destroy him, but he can't stop himself. He craves the pain, the danger, the chaos. For some reason, her cruelty is the only thing that makes him feel alive. Their bond is not one of love, but of possession. She doesn't need him to love her. She only needs him to submit, to obey, to bleed. And despite everything - despite the danger, despite the torment - he can't walk away. He is consumed by the thrill of being her prey, and in that twisted obsession, he finds his truth. In a world where everything is a game of power and manipulation, they are locked in a dance of survival. She is the blade, and he is the sacrifice. And in the end, nothing is what it seems - and everything is a price to pay. ---Terminé
The Bizarre Files from Aksamala's Twisted Mind II
I know you didn't come back out of longing. You came back out of curiosity. Because in the first book, I deliberately left some doors closed. Or maybe-just maybe-you're reading this because you're still single and lonely. Relax. Lonely people are often the ones who linger the longest in someone else's story. Especially when the story is messier than their own life. In these book, I open just enough for you to peek in- but never enough for you to feel at ease.
LAURA
Ahhhhh!!!, blood, brokenness and skin bruised and all red, I love it, I wanted to see more so I took my hand off her mouth which she nervously looked at me and asked why I am doing it. I said, I love you and you can go to the clinic now. Thank you!. She was my best friend I think since 3rd grade and I really liked her a lot, but when she ran to go for help she looked at me and said it again. You are really crazy, Laura! Why thank you, Jen!. Maybe I am and I love it!....That was the start of my journey as a kid who was found to be crazy and called many names like psycho, strange, weird, addict, drunk, skeezo...prenik...whatever and many more.Terminé
I'm not crazy (✔)
In this book fellow Reader, you are about to step into the shoes of a listener. You will listen to a person who has desperately been trying to find someone who will hear her out. You will listen to the unheard voice who has been rejected and criticized for speaking out loud; and the first thing this silenced and shut out voice will tell you is..."I'm not crazy" It's up to you if to believe her. ***************************************** Published: October 1, 2015 Completed: May 1, 2016 ☆Winner of University of Puerto Rico's Literary Competition under the category 'Short Story' ☆Winner of Spectre Awards 2018 under the category 'Thriller' Please don't copy my idea. This book is strictly owned by me. I am not the owner of the images shown in my book. #2 in Investigate #5 and #6 in Investigate #148 in Mystery/Thriller √ #181 in Mystery/Thriller #182 in Mystery/Thriller #271 in Mystery/Thriller #284 in Mystery/Thriller #377 in Mystery/Thriller #419 in Mystery/Thriller #491 in Mystery/Thriller #867 in Mystery/ThrillerTerminé
Paranoia... has become my constant companion. Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into? Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better. Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us... Like me. All that self-improvement didn't mean shit... Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now... Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here. I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy.... At least you were, while it lasted. "Times almost up, they'll be here soon." TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.
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