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Thanatophobia

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LECTURES 504
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Parties 3
Durée 6m

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The darkness lives inside me; biding its time to break free, to rip out my soul. It hides in the darkest corner of my heart, the gloomiest shadow of my brain. It waits, lurking within the blackness of my existence...[This is a short story about the fear of Death]Tous Droits Réservés

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Walking Into Black, écrit par Euphedra

Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

Yours Forcefully, écrit par romanticcrazyone

She - Innocent, shy, clumsy, naïve 19 year old beautiful girl who's trying to face the challenges life is throwing at her. With no parents besides her, she tries her best to impress her aunt who hates her. With a jealous cousin, she tries her best to cope up with her college life who loves to give her shocking surprises. But what will happen when she'll face the true devil? Will he break her or will gather her broken pieces of heart?? He- Ruthless, arrogant, cruel 25 years old handsome CEO of top multinational company and the King of underworld who'll ruin everything coming in his way. With hateful parents, he's trying his best to avoid them and not to kill them. With thousands of enemies, he's at his best to scare them off. But what will happen when he'll face a true angel in this cruel world? Will she fix him or will run away from him like everyone else?? ----------------------------------------- "........now you may kiss the bride". I froze. I didn't want him to kiss me. I wanted to hide somewhere and never come back. Lucifer slowly turned me towards him. He lift up my veil and pulled my waist tightly until I was completely pressed against him. Then he whispered "welcome to my world, wife" and kissed me hard on my lips. It was more like a punishment kiss. I tried to push him but he bite my lips hard. Now tears were streaming down my face. After some minutes he released me and wipe my tears and kissed me on my forehead. People were clapping. Celebrating my doom.

THE FEAR, écrit par hpayob22

What is true fear? Is it the darkness that swallows you, or the truth you cannot comprehend? In a world where the boundaries between reality and nightmare dissolve, Gabriel finds himself trapped in merciless chaos, ruled by entities older than time itself. Every step he takes unravels a piece of the truth he has been running from-a truth that strips him of meaning, hope, and any sense of security. In the depths of the void, where willpower fades and souls are torn apart, Gabriel stands on the edge of collapse, forced to face the eternal question: Is there salvation in a world made of fear itself? The Fear is not just a horror story; it is a journey into the heart of darkness, where despair is the only truth, and madness may be the only salvation. If you are a fan of psychological horror, nihilism, and existential nightmares, prepare to dive into the depths of true fear.

No sound, écrit par NaniSoreh

(A short horror book) There are no spoken words. A place with no sound, nothing to see but the darkness. Alone or not, it's always there with someone. It gives you nightmares and it waits for you until you give up. It likes scaring you, it's just behind your head and just doesn't look like it. It will always remind you all those memories that you've always hated as it even rises up your anxiety.

Short Horror Stories, écrit par Ardenla

My vision obscured by the darkness of my mind... A bundle of short horror stories written by me. Most of the stories here are more on the psychological side of horror. Updates every Tuesday. Some stories might be a bit dark so viewer discretion is adviced.

The German's Obsession, écrit par Amethyst_Moonn

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat , écrit par aimanpinks

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

The Girl Who Cried Out Bloody Mary, écrit par SelinsMind

I'm sure you have a fear of something; Ghost's, unimaginable creatures, strange noises in the middle of the night, or perhaps the lingering feeling of being watched from the corner of your room. Well, I am my own fear.

Wretched & Divine, écrit par Asparagus070

Within this life you meet many people, see many faces, hear many names. Not many mean much in the end. I'm the one you always see last. The one who hides in plain sight I'm the one who creates your future but lives trapped by the past. The one who sees no light I am Death. Although this is my story it's focused on my heritage and those that I meet along my way. This is my journey to the next stage of my immortal plain because your destiny doesn't stop when you die, sometimes that's when it begins.

Dear Velleity || KTH ff 21+ , écrit par jeons_saram

He was mostly into guys and she was his elder brother's fiancee. He never imagined he would want a girl so strongly that he would end up betraying his own elder brother. He knew he was twisted from head but he never realized about how much of fucked up he can get until he had met her . One look, one glimpse of her honey coated skin, one proper view of the every beautiful structure of her naked body and he was gone. He had never felt so much emotions all together towards anyone in his whole life. Not even any other lady, not even the most attractive guys he had ever been with. It was a heavy emotion mixed with lust and tangled feeling of obsession that he felt for her. He was possessed by her beauty and he could feel thousands of monsters to take over his head. He wanted her all for himself. He wanted to possess her just like she had possessed him without even knowing. And he did it. He broke every rule, he took every twisted and morally wrong roads he had to take just to make her as his. He ended up sending his own big brother to the mental asylum by giving him illegal drugs and he succeeded to marry his elder brother's beautiful fiancee without even letting her know anything about it.

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Walking Into Black

Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.