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The Cursed

RainyDayProphet

LECTURES 572
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Chapitres 28
Durée 3h 14m

LECTURES 572
Votes 51
Chapitres 28
Durée 3h 14m

RainyDayProphet

Contenu pour adultes

The Earth is no longer our Earth. By the time the polar ice caps finished melting, the salty sea levels had risen higher than any scientist could have imagined. The continents became unrecognizable. Fresh water became a commodity for the rich, but even they couldn't avoid the violent plague of dust storms and disease that began to ravage our world. Food became even more scarce than compassion or humanity. Our biggest threat, by far, surfaced as a blood disease similar to hemophilia, but we just call it "the curse."  It is spread by cough, cut, or even by sharing a drink with an infected person. Once you have it, the burden is yours to carry. Some people survive for a couple months; others (mostly the elderly) for only a few weeks. 

There is no known cure, though people talk and rumors circulate of a reclusive savior in the desert who may be the key to saving all humanity. 

My family has managed to avoid the disease thus far. My mother was killed in a struggle over half a loaf of moldy bread nearly two years ago and my youngest brother, an infant, was too young to survive without her. 

We all die. Disease... Starvation... Murder. This isn't our planet anymore. It now belongs to the savage, the soulless, and death itself.



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A special thank you to Marnie-Rae Harvey who let me use her photo for my cover. Marnie is a very special and amazing woman who is afflicted with an unknown condition that causes her to bleed from her eyes and ears up to five times per day. You can follow her on Instagram (@marnieraex)Tous Droits Réservés

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The experiment., écrit par shrosz

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.

Command: Past is Present, écrit par Northwind808

"We've learned from our mistakes, Altera. Enough blood has already been shed." "That didn't stop the start of World War III, did it?" "No. It didn't. But it ended it." "Human minds are just sacs of salt interacting with proteins. Even now, you live in a world of lies, where everything around you is a construct created by your mind. It betrays you. No wonder why you are all such messes." This is a monument to all of their sins. Many a time, evil was executed in the name of a greater good. While one would hope that humans would learn from the mistakes of our past, we are fickle creatures with short memories, horrible prejudices, and a habit of self-destruction. This is a testament to those who didn't have a voice. Who have a story to share, and yet never got the chance to. (A series of short stories taking place in the world of "Beneath the Ice," covering significant events from before BtI to after. Not labeled as an Among Us Fanfiction because events are not all specific to Among Us.) TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, blood, death, profanity This book contains characters that are part of the Lgbtq+ community. If you do not support this, please don't read or don't comment any hateful things. The point of including this kind of diversity is to help normalize this kind of content, not to be open to hate of any sort. NOTICE: Due to the unfortunate rise in mock websites, this is a disclaimer that this book is only being published on Wattpad. Please leave whatever other website you are reading this on and check out the original book. Plagiarizing is not acceptable and it is disrespectful to use someone else's work without their consent. Cover designed/drawn by me using MS Paint.

Before The Rebuild: The Prequel to Rebuilt , écrit par jros1120

Before Mike, before the love story people know now, there was me-raw, broken, and surviving. This is the truth I never thought I'd be strong enough to tell. I was 22 years old when my life shattered. I was raped in a back alley and left bleeding, alone. When I turned to the police, hoping for help, they didn't protect me-they shamed me. They called me slurs. They asked me what I'd done to deserve it. What I had worn. Whether I had "led him on." No one believed me. Nine months later, I gave birth to my son. I named him Aerion Jace Rosier-Aj. His name means strength, wisdom and power in Greek. I gave him that name because i wanted him to have everything I felt had been stolen from me. He was my light, even in the darkest time of my life. But the darkness wasn't done with me. My two older children, Samuel and Emilie, ended up with my first ex's mother, and I lost all parental rights to them. And then came the 18 months of sex trafficking. They used Aj as collateral-my baby was the only reason i obeyed. I was forced to do what they wanted, or they would have killed him. They only let me see him for one hour each day. I was deprived of food, stripped of dignity, starved down to 75 pounds. I remember the blue car Aj was in the day the police sting finally saved us. But even after we were freed, i wasn't really free. the PTSD haunted me. I avoided certain materials, certain places, even certain sounds. And every night, I heard the voices. Every relationship after that was wrong-narcissists who broke me down even further. Men who convinced me I was unworthy, unwanted. My current ex even told my son Aj that he wasn't wanted-that he was nothing. I let it happen, and the guilt kills me. I became "the girl who never cried." I thought if I never cried, maybe none of it really happened. But the truth is, it didn't. And it changed me.

Colorblind, écrit par Kanyonbelldempsey

PART ONE: In the heart of the segregated 1900s, a white couple defies society's expectations by adopting two Black boys. Despite their love for each other, tragedy strikes in the form of a devastating car accident-one that alters their reality forever. PART TWO: (Purgatory) Caught in the space between life and death, each family member must navigate a nightmarish landscape filled with terrifying creatures and twisted trials. Their only hope of peace is to reunite and overcome the darkness together. Author's Message The color of our skin should never decide the weight of our worth. Beneath it all, we share the same pulse - one rhythm, one heart, one fragile, beautiful humanity. In a world painted with differences, kindness is the only language that never needs translation. We are all just souls trying to find peace, trying to love, trying to live. I began writing this because the word racism has always struck me like a wound - sharp, heavy, and undeserved. It's a word that carries too much pain for its size. It divides where there should be unity, it hurts where there should be healing. No one should ever feel less than human because of the shade of their skin. My grandmother taught me that love sees beyond color. She never measured people by appearance - only by their hearts. Every child, every adult, she treated with the same warmth, the same respect, the same unwavering truth. From her, I learned that real strength is gentle, and real justice begins with compassion. So I write for her. I write for those who were silenced, for those who have been seen only through the world's narrow lens. I write because love deserves louder voices than hate. And I hope that somewhere within these words, you remember what she taught me - that the heart knows no color, and humanity was never meant to be divided.

The Revelation, écrit par dstry0515

In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

BARROW ME A SHELTER, écrit par Kymorgan

-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.

F*** Cancer, This One Did Us All In., écrit par IgnotusCapillary

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This Is War, écrit par PaperBagBoi_

"A warning to the people The Good and The Evil This is WAR To the Soldier The Civilian The Martyr The Victim It's the moment of Truth and Lies The moment to Live and Die The moment to FIGHT?" The things you said to me, that this will keep me safe if I just listened. They were all just lies from the start. All of them. Do you know how it feels like to be stabbed in the back. Of course you don't. Why bother asking? Being stabbed repeatedly and then being asked if you're okay? Blood running down your back, then being stabbed again after being asked that question? That's all you can do I trusted you, I protected you, I almost gave up my life for you! This is all you can do, Just use me like you always do. NOT ANYMORE I've learned a few new TRICKS Are you proud of me? I hope you are. You're the reason why I blocked out all emotions from the world. The reason you think I'm still happy when I'm not. The reason why I'm here. You don't remember him don't you? He's still apart of me, but not you. You MADE me like! That's was so much fun. Making sure I was always ripped apart while you're stood in one piece. The promises you've broken, The judgement no one bothered to tell you, The so called friends you have. It's all over now.I've covered for you long enough, all those years ago when I was still sane. I'll pretend to be happy for you, I'll pretend to be your good old pal. Oh I will. I'll just show you all those pretty little white lies that you LOVE so much. I'll sprinkle them on top of you, I'll show you how much pain you've caused me. I'll bring them all back! Of course I'll be in your shadows, I'm always in there. Being mistreated and abused for you, of course! I'll make sure to add in some cuts and bruises for ya. I'll be your fucking shadow alright, I'll be it and make sure you fly close to the sun. You're afriad of the dark. You shouldn't be sweetie. You shouldn't be afraid of the dark, You should be afriad what's in it.

The Hymn Of Destruction, écrit par readermaniacme

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The Narrowest Days, écrit par haylbaylz

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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.