Dark Literature collection
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Última publicación mar, nov 5, 2013
Ever felt a strange urge crawl up your spine?
Ever felt like sitting in a dark empty silent room staring at nothing but the emptyness?
Ever had thoughts that you couldn't share with anyone because you know the looks on their faces would be of disgust towards you?
I know I have, and if you're reading this, so have you.
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Differential
Different- 1) Not the same as another, or each other; Unlike in nature, form or quality. I thought being different was a good thing. You know, the whole 'Im not conforming to you' deal. I thought I was unique, my own person. Apparently not everyone thinks being different is a good thing. They're afraid of my difference. Maybe it's my long white hair? Or my glowing silver eyes? Or it could just be because.... I'm not fully human. I tried to keep it a secret. Really I did. I knew the consequence of something like this getting out. So my secret stayed a secret. All until the day the little girl walked out in front of the truck.Concluida
The Doll
I've been hidden in the dark. Kept from a world that I've never known. All I want, all I've ever wanted, is to feel. To have a soul. But what is the cost for a soul? What are these things lurking in the dark?Concluida![Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/118646348-256-k783515.jpg)
Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing]
'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.Concluida
Overlap
I have a secret that I don't share with most. I've been swept up into something bigger than anything I could ever imagine, and now I'm involved with more than just this one world. Our universe is bigger and more amazing than anyone realizes. Reality is merely subjective; we judge it based on what we experience and perceive, even when others do not share the same experiences. When my life turned upside down, I wasn't trying to fall in love; I wasn't trying to get too involved. When my senses all became shared with somebody else, I learned too much to turn away from it all. Her world, so near yet so far away, is something I can experience through her, our senses combined together, our realities overlapped between two places. It's there when my story started. This is our story. It has a beginning, but not an ending. The things that happened to me over all these years would have messed with most people's heads. I put up with all of it, because I couldn't hold back how I felt for her. Little did I know that love comes with a price. As amazing as it is to hear about someone finding their soulmate, it's something that can just as easily tear a person limb to limb, leaving nothing behind but dust. Romance isn't all about walking away in the sweet sunset; it's messy, complex, and downright terrifying at times. My abilities never made any of this easier.Concluida
Stars? {Sequel to Lucifer X Reader}
Not yourself? Yeah I've heard that before. Bear is a young man, I'm stuck inside him. He knows I'm there but doesn't even know how to get me out! I know that he used to be a star, and it's weird for him to have a human body. Having a hunk of rock house my soul is not fun.... The reason why he's housing my soul? God gave me a "Second" Chance. However my physical being was hurt and he hurled me at a star. The star was a wishing star that was passing through. Instead of passing Earth, he hit it head on leaving a decent sized crater. First stop, figure out how to communicate with him. Second, Get my body back. Third, Revenge.Concluida
Woman of The Apocalypse
I had an ego the size of a planet. At least since I was three, I hid my shyness and general utter misanthropy for the human race under a crappy braggadocio and pomp that would make even the devil blush if I carried through with it into my 20s. Pathetic, really. Then again, at the age of three I still hadn't formulated my personality yet. I didn't even know if I had one, though I did know for one thing that I was an ill-tempered little brat...I didn't know what the future would clasp in its lying, damning claws or what beautiful dead person would catch my eye (was it the other way round? I wasn't sure...). Here's what I can remember up to this point anyway.Concluida
Unknown
I Was 6 When I Found Out I Was Adopted, And I Found Out The Hard Way Too. All These Lies And Unpredictable People Are Worthless. In This World You Have To Learn How To Live Alone. How To Be Genuine..But Also How To Acknowledged The Fact That When You Want Something..Get It. Even If It Means Lives Have To Be Taken Away.The Unknown Will Bite Hard Cause In This Life Theirs Only A "Hard Way". My Way.Concluida
Diary of a Lightworker
At age 12, I looked into a tall antique mirror- it was the first time I had a notion that my brain and my soul are separate things- Consciousness. Who is this person looking at me in the mirror? her eyes are brown, she is smiling.. why is she smiling? why is she sad? at times her eyes are empty- who is she? or who is? Why is it looking at me in the mirror? why don't I feel that we are One? Earth is not Home. This is becoming apparent each day, if it was, it would be a whirlwind of crazy, but the earth is a good training ground, in here are clues that we need to pick up. If you interact with humans you would know that you won't be able to understand them. Like fish taken out of the water- Humans are energy suckers- they will take everything from you if you don't learn how to shield and put boundaries- this is because most are sleeping- their eyes are shut- the real one-Concluida
The Voices.
I never thought I'd actually do this.... I've thought about it but never actually gone through with it.... The voice in my head has been screaming at me for years... But I never actually tried to do... This... It's hard to be around people when you have someone telling you to tear their throats out with your teeth... But it's worse when you're alone. She tells me to do terrible things to myself... Tells me I'm worthless... Unloved....Expendable... Of course I believe her. She's in my head for Christ's sakes how can I not believe her. It's so hard...I gave in...I had no choice...the temptation is so strong. I can't hug people without wondering what it would feel like to thrust a knife into their back and feel their bodies jerk in surprise as they slowly began to realize...that they're dying.....they're being murdered...and not by a complete stanger...but by a person that they love....that they thought they could trust....oh god I want to...give in..... I can't believe my life is like this. Why me? How could I do such a horrible thing? Why....Concluida
Passion Face
I never struck myself as the type of man to stare at a corpse, but there was something about this one that gave me a sense of compassion; a sense of... Lust. Maybe it was empathy. But I would not alter my view right now if I could. It was rare, and raw, this moment between myself and this stranger, deep scarlet, some sort of pull stronger than any I have ever experienced with anyone whose lips grazed mine.Concluida
Different- 1) Not the same as another, or each other; Unlike in nature, form or quality. I thought being different was a good thing. You know, the whole 'Im not conforming to you' deal. I thought I was unique, my own person. Apparently not everyone thinks being different is a good thing. They're afraid of my difference. Maybe it's my long white hair? Or my glowing silver eyes? Or it could just be because.... I'm not fully human. I tried to keep it a secret. Really I did. I knew the consequence of something like this getting out. So my secret stayed a secret. All until the day the little girl walked out in front of the truck.
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