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Numb ~Cashby~

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Reads 3,029
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Parts 14
Time 2h 28m

FaithColeWriter

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Numb, a complete loss of any and all sensation and feeling. Numb, to become nothing but an empty shell, incapable of any and all emotions.

When you're trapped in a pool of nothingness, drowning, sufforcating, with no way out...is it really possible, that someone can dive into the pool to save you? Or are you destined to die, sufforcating in the darkness, feeling nothing as you draw your last breath?


This will be my very last fanfiction, thank you to everyone who's supported my work and I really hope you enjoy this final fic &lt;3All Rights Reserved

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Love... Not Romance [BoyxBoy] by JSBelard

Everything started the night before we moved out of our town. I decided to take a late night swim at the lake I love the most. It was sort of a goodbye, a way to somehow wash the pain brought about by my parents' divorce, but then he appeared. As I was floating in the lake, watching the moon and the stars, I heard a noise in the water, and as I turned my head, I saw this guy drowning. I saved him, I brought him back to life, and then... I kissed him and fell in love with him. Things changed after that one stolen kiss. I ran away, and I never thought that I would see him once again, but I did. Little did I know that the moment we meet again, my life would never be the same. This is a story, of how I learn what love really is, of how I came to accept it, of how I came to fight for it. This is not a story about romance. It's way more than that. This is a story where love, family, and little bit of mystery collides. This is a story about my love.

TERRIBLE THINGS by dextyradams

❝how do you kill a monster without becoming one?❞ In the last city ruled by man, fish soar in the skies above and monsters lurk in the alleys below. Ten years ago, Jase lost both his legs and his mother to one such monster. However, tragedy couldn't bind Jase's soul forever and he once again found himself standing on legs of metal and magic with the white-hot flame of vengeance raging in the very depths of his heart and mind. With his dark desires leading him, Jase will kill the monster who stole these things from him, even if he has to rip her heart out with his bare hands. CONTENT WARNINGS (18+) Profanity, graphic violence and gore, implications of abuse, self-destructive actions, self-harm, suicidal ideation and attempt, minor character death, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things. [[WORD COUNT: 110,000]]

Vanilla Dusk ✓ by dreamyloner

⚠️ Warning: angst, tragedy, major character's death --- Elli returns the kiss passionately. Their very first and last official kiss. Everything is engulfed in a colossal mushroom cloud. All that remains is a dry, flat wasteland where life starts anew. Elli would love to tell Jónas with his very last breath, that he has found his true love miraculously on the battlefield. And so absurdly, there is something beautiful to cling to, even in the worst place on Earth. --- E and S are two compatible Soul Collectors who work for the Underworld to collect human souls and guide them through a series of trials. One day, E is enticed by a demon and defies the protocol which forbids him to harbour any sentiments towards humans. S, as E's accomplice in one of the missions, fails to retrieve two human souls and the two are subsequently subject to retribution. They are exiled from the Underworld and forced to go through four agonising reincarnations, reborn as two teenage boys caught in a tormenting time loop; an android and a traumatised painter in a futuristic metropolis; a mutant and a surviving human in a post-apocalyptic realm; and two juvenile soldiers struggling to survive in WWIII. A boy x boy angsty romance.

The risk ( Hyunlix_Minsung) by Bloody1Feather

Have you ever longed for something so intensely that everything else seemed pointless ? If quenching your thirst meant sacrificing everything... would you dare take that risk? If loving meant losing your mind, would you accept remaining lucid or embrace the madness of love? "I choose you..." In this fanfiction where love and sacrifice intertwine, follow the story of these souls who have offered themselves, body and soul, to the rules of this dangerous game called love.

Inspire: Book One (bxb) ✔️ by PsychoSunbaenim

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The Toilet. by feetoffthetablefeeto

Before you start reading.. TW: GORE. (NOT MUCH AND NOT DRAMATICALLY WRITTEN) TW:SUICIDE. (MAY BE HARD FOR PEOPLE TO READ THROUGH IT) I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE COULD BE TRIGGERING ACTUALLY. it's also confusing as hell. So heres the real description: There are two boys. They dont really like school, well... who does like school? And they always skip class in the toilets. However, one day they end up doing something that changes the way of the city, maybe even the world. (I don't know what the creatures look like, nor how the characters look like, let your imagination run free on them)

My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

Knowing Me, Knowing You by jackson_terrance

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The Citizen Soldier (DNF) by CheetahBoi

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Beneath The Surface by rainxroses

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Love... Not Romance [BoyxBoy]

Everything started the night before we moved out of our town. I decided to take a late night swim at the lake I love the most. It was sort of a goodbye, a way to somehow wash the pain brought about by my parents' divorce, but then he appeared. As I was floating in the lake, watching the moon and the stars, I heard a noise in the water, and as I turned my head, I saw this guy drowning. I saved him, I brought him back to life, and then... I kissed him and fell in love with him. Things changed after that one stolen kiss. I ran away, and I never thought that I would see him once again, but I did. Little did I know that the moment we meet again, my life would never be the same. This is a story, of how I learn what love really is, of how I came to accept it, of how I came to fight for it. This is not a story about romance. It's way more than that. This is a story where love, family, and little bit of mystery collides. This is a story about my love.