Little Box of Dreams
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I didn't think it would turn into something like this. I was just curious. But no, nothing can be simple. This box... this box had to be complicated. And I had to make it MORE complicated by getting attached to it. I am so STUPID! I will never look at dreams the same way again. Nothing is simple. Not even a box.
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The unexpected
This is told from the perspective of that is read in a diary. It is simple and if you like simple then go ahead and read this. This is real events from a real diary. Permission was given to me to post. And i think it holds a lesson in this.Concluida
The Contract
Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)Concluida
The journal of odd occurences
I have created this journal due to recent occurences. I will record all that I see, hear, and feel. Nevertheless, this will be my only comfort through the coming days. I do not know why these have come to occur, or how. But I am looking to find out.Concluida
The Impostor among us
Have you ever imagined after a Thursday night with your friends or even your family, waking up in a dark room with five other strangers? Or even seeing that movie "Escape Room" and have a dream where you have to try and survive crazy obstacles that are trying to kill you? You didn't? Oh, you got lucky, because after a normal Thursday night, I woke up in a room with six strangers and was forced to play a sick game. Sure games are fun and enjoyable, a little competition here and there and friendly competition of course, where no one gets hurt. Well the game we played was anything but friendly, at least we were friendly to each other. Or that's what I thought, before one of them stabbed me, and betrayed me and the others. I guess one of us was pretending and lying, being an imposter among us. To know who did it and what happened to all of us you can read our story. I hope you enjoy it, like one of us did. Uh, and I almost forgot one thing, don't get attached.Concluida
The Method To My Madness
Let's be honest here we all have gone to a random location at a random point in the space time continuum and saw a person that caused us to question ourselves with the age old ponderings of "what in the hell was this person thinking when they woke up this morning". Now, I don't know about you but I have yet to develop "the Jedi Force" so this is my way of explaining my thoughts in a series of letters. Why? Because my mind is a scary place jumbled with a side of crazy so enjoy the journey because there is absolutely no telling where we will end up and no this won't be like "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower" I'm not that good.Concluida
The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Concluida
The broken mirror (finished sequel coming)
(I just wanna say that this story is from back when I was about 13-14 so the spelling errors I apologized for I am going to be continuing this story now that I am 17 I know that's a long time. I don't plan on fixing the errors until I finish the whole story so yeah enjoy and sorry for the 3 year pause😂) I've always heard tapping cone from my room and I could never explain.i always thought it was a small animals playing in the walls but the exterminator told us there was no animals,then I thought it was my little brother playing tricks on me in the middle of the night but I noticed it was coming from the corner if my room where the old mirror I found in this old house was.Now I wasn't getting sleep for the past 2 nights I have been trying to find out where it was coming from and if it's the thing the took that neighbors son....God her words rang through my heads.i will never forget the night when I found where the tapping was coming from and how I fell in love with a person out of this world....literally.Concluida
Physical Attraction
Before you ask, I didn't see it coming; I didn't see him coming. He just kind of, well, appeared one day out of nowhere. I can't say it's bad that he did, nor can I say it's good. He became infatuated with me, and to be honest, I loved it. He changed my world, sometimes for the better, but sometimes for the worst. Now, I cam say with confidence that he changed me as a person. I've become more aware, and love all of the small things in life. Why? Because I know that once you have something, it isn't always yours.Concluida
Obsession Started in a Crisis: Slashers x Female Reader
I was taking a late night stroll through my neighborhood. I felt the cold wind blowing lightly in my face as I put the hood to my jacket over my head. I stop walking to take my phone out my small backpack that I carried with me and checked the time, 12:06am. My phone dies as I look at the time. "I should start heading home, it's getting really late" I say as I put my phone back into my bag. I look up to see a group of 5 guys who happen to be from my school. 'Oh shit', I thought to myself. These guys always caused me trouble before school was out. I started walking the other way to avoid them noticing me but just as I started walking away, "Oh look guys, it's that girl. Y/N" "Fuck" I said under my breath. I turned around facing them, "Hey guys, I was just going. I'll be on my way now" I say nervously. The one in the middle was named Liam the others were named Chris, Jacob, Jake, and Asher. I guess you could say that Liam is the "leader" of the group because they do whatever he says and seem a bit afraid of him. As I turned around to start walking again I felt a grab and pull on my arm. A fiery like pain struck the part of my arm that was grabbed. "Ow fuck-" I was turned around to see Liam up close to me. He pushed me up against the gate that was blocking out the forest. "What are we gonna do with you" He says as the rest of his group walk up to us standing behind Liam with a shit eating grin on his face. I met these killers later in my life by fateConcluida
Under The Bed
As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.Concluida
This is told from the perspective of that is read in a diary. It is simple and if you like simple then go ahead and read this. This is real events from a real diary. Permission was given to me to post. And i think it holds a lesson in this.
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