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Darkness

Leituras 43
Votos 3
Capítulos 3
Tempo 8m

Leituras 43
Votos 3
Capítulos 3
Tempo 8m

I sat down in the quad, looking around. People were happy. The other kids were playing handball, and some of the older ones were arguing on which kids' car was better. But I knew this all had to be wrong. This was before. Before killers. Before the world became kill or be killed.

Before I became who I am.

This is my story. The story of how I survived the nuclear apocalypse. The story of my inner demons. 

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Woman of The Apocalypse, de 1A1Brixton

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.

In The End ~Watty2017 Entry~ (COMPLETE), de donutandfries

I never believed it would end like this. I was just watching Netflix when the power went out, then before I knew it everyone was screaming, then the school began to shake and fell to the ground. Only three kids in my entire school were spared, four if you count me. I found a group of people heading to the east coast for a boat trip to a supposed safe haven in India. They died of disease days later. I found their bodies by the river. But I guess this is my life now, surviving with a scared boy, a pair of twins and trying to make it to the next day. Start: June 27, 2017 End:September 12, 2017

Don't Forget Me In The Morning, de BandsOrBust

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

Annabella Snow: The Killer., de Lysohirka

It's like the whole world stopped. Everyone just stood there, not moving or breathing. The lights faded out and my lungs ached. I couldn't breathe. No matter if I gasped, nothing would come. Everything was a blur. In that moment, I knew that I just pissed off the wrong person, and I was dying. "I love you, L-" I gasped out before the whole world started to work again. But I wasn't there, I was dead.

When Darkeness Breathes..., de AelfwynnMacGregor

How can I explain what has happened? How a lifetime of pain and disability was far more sinister and darke than even I could have imagined? I am only now discovering the truth, and I will share it with you, page by page from my journal. Do you have the courage to uncover the truth? Will you make it to the end with me? Lets see... (This story is dedicated to everyone who has ever felt different or misunderstood. We are all equal♡)

Unrealistic Reality, de MysteriousIvi

There are some people who live in a dream world. A world where everything is perfectly fine. There are no fights, no pain, only happiness. These people see the bright side of everything, even the bad things in life. Then there are people who face reality. They know how much some things can hurt and how hard it can be to do the right thing. They have to make hard decisions, life changing ones. They get strangled in a web of lies, and once you're in, you can't get out. I belong to the second group and I am here to inform you that a perfect world doesn't exist. There is no such thing as 'a happily ever after.' We are all in the same game, just different levels. We're dealing with the same hell, only different devils. My devil is a killer and my game is to kill him. The only problem was I didn't know who my devil was. That's how the unrealistic game suddenly became a reality.

My Demon Mate (BoyxBoy), de xXBrokenRecordXx

I knew I was a freak, I'm weird not stupid - even if I did act like it half the time. It wasn’t normal to be like me, to be afraid of things everyone loves, needs to survive even. I had always been afraid of it for some reason, among other things of course; I would rather die than have to face my fear. Everyone knew it but no one cared though did they? I was just another stupid kid in this stupid foster home. Another stupid kid that had been ‘dumped’ and no one wanted. At least, that's what I thought.

The Only, de gracieford

I lost myself somewhere between space and time. I repeated my name over and over, refusing to leave myself behind. But the more I decintigrated, the more of myself I lost, until everything, my name, Timmy's smile, even my parents were forgotten. I found nothing but black space and white silence. The longer I stayed, however, the more vivid the colors became, and then they began to take shape. After what felt like hours, I was myself again, strapped to a chair with Jesse materializing in front of me. I'm Stasey. When the aliens attacked Earth, myself, my best friend Jesse, and my "friend" Timothy may have been the only people to survive. We're on a quest to find other survivors and potentially save our planet, but to do that we have to avoid being shot, eaten, or falling in love. But sometimes things work out differently than we expect, and we have to make the decision: sacrifice ourselves for the ones we love, or the ones we love for the ones we can save.

The Story Doesn't End With the Book, de MayoLenaS

At the beginning of the year, I was so confident that everything would turn out perfectly. It was supposed to be a great year. Full of potential. But no matter how many 'real life' stories you read, they never actually prepare you for real life. When I crashed into 2020, there wasn't a soft landing. No signs telling me where I should be going next. I was on my own. Welcome to the story of 2020. Real life. A year that changed everything...and nothing.

Immortal Hearts, de Raenette2000

"Monsters exist. Heroes died. Hell has taken over the world, put humans into slavery, killed men, women, and children, but there are still warriors, who are recruited. This is our world, where kids at the age of thirteen begin fighting the dangers that face our world; they train and at the age of eighteen they will be put out into the real world. Schools were built everywhere, and kids were moved up based on their age. My world was a little different, my brother and I were trained ever since we could walk; we were put into battle once we reached seven years old. Today my parents are transferring me and my brother to a new school, before we were homeschooled but since my dad and mom are going to be leaving for quite some time they thought it was best for us to go to a real school where we will interact with other groups."

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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.