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Creepy. Right?

PerfectMurderer

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Reads 6,414
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Parts 38
Time 3h 53m

PerfectMurderer

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My Mom said I have a problema' and can't stick with one story. I think she's right. So, to get past my horrible habit I created..BUM! BUM! BUM! "Creepy. Right?" So, when I wanna' post a new story I say,"Tyra! No! Post it in, Creepy. Right?." Then after I do it I pat myself on the head and say,"Goood Job!" In my stories folder I have more than 30 other stories in my other folder that says,"Stories that I will Come Back too". I have a really bad habit. XD The ones in here are just the samples. This is nothing compared to what I have stored on my laptop. XD

This also has short stories that I decided to write. If I write them. :3All Rights Reserved

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Full Throttle by JosieNyxx

I've made it out of that nightmare I used to call home. The last person my parents had entrusted with my safety was a lie. The man I was being married off too turned out to be a ruthless monster. Escape was my only choice if I was going to come out alive. Now, I'm hundreds of miles away from the only home I knew. Living in a car, scraping by. Enduring what I was afraid of to begin with. A rich girl like me was not meant for the streets. But I'll be damned if they drag me down. If it means survival from here on out to keep me away from the hands of my own family so be it. But the universe seemed to have a different plan for me. One with three men, 3 bikes and a load of baggage they are not ready to deal with. Protecting myself is a priority, especially with the life that is growing inside of me. Distance is key, survival is crucial and staying the hell away from these men is detrimental. They've got no idea the hell that is me, Juniper Vanderbilt.

Bad Habits 3 |D.T by Eth_Gray_DT

It's the same story but with the next generation. Well.....not the same story. Words couldn't explain it all. I wanted to help, I didn't wanna let anyone down-I just wanted to save him like my Dad saved Mom. History was just repeating itself and I thought everything would put itself into place but not all stories are like that. My mom had no hopes that her story would even have an ending but I did. I thought it would be him and I but.....I guess I was wrong. Sequel to Bad Habits 2// SOME OF THE TOPICS MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME VIEWERS

𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 by RuStYtAbLeS

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Our Flor by Cely-124

"I loved you like there was no tomorrow yet you left like yesterday didn't mean a thing" All my life I wished for was a family .A happy home to come to I've had it but it all came crumbling down when my mom took me from my only happiness and she would be the reason the world showed it's dark side at a young age. Sneak Peek: "Wow" "she's a goddess" "who is that" "she is a beauty" "what an attention seeker" I walk down the ball smiling softly at all the guests.I walk behind my brothers and papa while Lucas is beside me.I don't miss the lust from men or the jealous glares women are giving me.But what surprises me the most is I see a face I never thought I would see ever again.... Under editing 👋 READ MY BOOK TO FIND OUT July 15😊 Sequel will be out in a while😘

A fucking mess of poems dead stories by amberandshadow

FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.

Verity's Book 2.0 by autumn_sunfire

Because I'm the worst at coming up with inventive titles... New random book. Mostly the same stuff. I'm a hectically busy girl adjusting to the perks of adulthood (buying your own personal block of cheese at the store, amirite?) and enthusing over the fact that I'm going to be a published author next year (I still can't believe it!). Pianist, farm hand, Sunday School teacher, pastor's kid, oldest sibling. Peek inside for tags, blog-ish things, the occasional fangirl rant or life update, and a lot of obsessing over my fantasy world. * December 2022 changed cover in the hopes that random creep accounts will stop adding it to their reading lists*

Creepypasta Parent Scenarios by NightStars_Angel

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Lust OF My Vampire Professor (18 + ) by Dollywriter122

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Full Throttle

I've made it out of that nightmare I used to call home. The last person my parents had entrusted with my safety was a lie. The man I was being married off too turned out to be a ruthless monster. Escape was my only choice if I was going to come out alive. Now, I'm hundreds of miles away from the only home I knew. Living in a car, scraping by. Enduring what I was afraid of to begin with. A rich girl like me was not meant for the streets. But I'll be damned if they drag me down. If it means survival from here on out to keep me away from the hands of my own family so be it. But the universe seemed to have a different plan for me. One with three men, 3 bikes and a load of baggage they are not ready to deal with. Protecting myself is a priority, especially with the life that is growing inside of me. Distance is key, survival is crucial and staying the hell away from these men is detrimental. They've got no idea the hell that is me, Juniper Vanderbilt.