2ndperson Stories

FORMERLY I Only Intended To Work With The Dead, Not The Undead (Originally Posted on AO3 by yours truly, but I decided to post it here too!) It never struck you as a bad idea to work at the morgue within the Raccoon City Police Department. Who knows, maybe dealing with the dead could give you some unforseen edge someday. You didn't realize how soon someday was. (This is a sort of soft-reboot of my previous fic on here "City of the Dead", hope y'all enjoy the changes I made to it)

he desperately grabs onto minho his leg begging for help. "there is nothing i can do, the police is on their way, and a ambulance ,search for me in our next life if you don't survive.." minho said while tears streaming down his wet face, the rain turned into big buddles trough all the time while minho and the others stands there waiting for help, while jisung is hardly trying to breathe.

First, be an immature twelve-year-old. This is exactly as easy as it sounds. Second, meet a boy. Don't think about him, but you do. Third, be lonely. Being lonely is very important. If you're not lonely enough, you won't fall for the first person who shows the tiniest bit of kindness to you. ━━ ❈ ━━ In the end you're just two slightly lonely, slightly selfish people, not broken enough to warrant sympathy, but not whole enough to be functioning. You two are licking each other's wounds because no one else will. ━━ ❈ ━━ A hopeless highschool romance between two slightly lonely, slightly broken people who had nobody but each other. Oneshot. [2021]

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSION, CUTTING Life is tough. Living can be tougher some days, even if you try your best. You wake up one day and don't have a very good day. One Shot

dumb but funny one-shot concept practicing 2nd person humor/horror ig idk also the most obvious punchline imo

Someone is wandering an apparent wasteland. It's not a post-apocalyptic world, or even a pre- one. It's just that no else is there. And they haven't been for a long time. A seemingly serene planet is inhabited by one person and one person only. But what if it isn't? In a place where no one is truly isolated - Everyone is. And they grapple with the what it really means... To be alone. [Suspended till further notice]

ကျွန်တော့်အချစ်ဦးက နွေဦးလေညင်းလိုပါပဲ။ ဒါမဲ့ အေးမြသည့်နွေဦးလေညင်းမဟုတ်။

Well, first you got zapped...then you got dragged into a world full of twisted political secrets, and there was no music you could listen to, because you couldn't figure out how to charge your iPod...and you're supposed to save the galaxy?! What the hell?! Frankly, you have no idea what is really going on and you'd rather stay in bed.

just thoughts

Each chapter is filled with different words and feelings 'Raw' is a poetry book that has/will have vents and other poetry forms. Starting in 2023 I started to write a lot of poetry, whenever I got sad I felt like writing was too much effort or work, and I never had the energy to write a whole paper on it. Sometimes it was too painful to remind myself of all the events. When I started to write poetry it felt more therapeutic. Pure as people would call it. It's a way to get the pain out of my mind without thinking too much about it. ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ⁱᵐ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ. ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ⁱᵐ ᵍᵒʳᵍᵉᵒᵘˢ. ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ "ᵍⁿ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ" ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ "ᵘʳ ᵃᶜᶜ ˢᵒ ˢᵗᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ" ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵉˣ. ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ. ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᵒ ˢᵗᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ. ᴴᵉʳ ʰᵃⁱʳ. ᴴᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵏᵉᵘᵖ. ᴴᵉʳ ʲᵉʷᵉˡʳʸ. ᴴᵉʳ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ˢᵏⁱⁿ. ᵀʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ. ᵂᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ. ᴬ ᵇˡᵒⁿᵈᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇʳᵘⁿᵉᵗᵗᵉ. ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵇˡᵒⁿᵈᵉˢ. ᴵᵐ ᵇˡᵒⁿᵈᵉ. ᴮᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉˢ ʷᵃʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗⁱᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵐᵉ. ᴬᴺᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ. ᴵᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ. STARTED ON 12/16/23

An original short story

You fled, you ran, you hid, but he still follows? He taunts you, he scares you, you're traumatized. Is any of this real?

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╭ ─ ୨୧ ⌒⌒ ₊ ๑ ⌒⌒ ♡ ┊ʚ🍩ɞ ˗ˏ ➺ ˎ˗‍‍‍‍ UNFINISHED ˊˎ- ︶︶︶꒷꒦ ✦ ₊ ˚︶︶₊🥮˚: ︶꒷︶꒷꒦ .˚๑ ・꒰☕️꒱゛You just came back from a meeting from Royal Navy's head quarters. Champagne and Aquila decide to join you and ask about some endeavors：₊˚⊹ ・꒰🍪꒱゛Aquila brings up Marco Polo's upbringing. You reassured her that you would finish her construction. You show this by going to the shipyard to speak to Marco Polo：₊˚⊹ ・꒰🍫꒱゛It was supposed to be a smut, but I hated the way I started this so I'm going to restart.：₊˚⊹ POV: Second Person

Progress chapters, mostly to practice better chapters that I put more effort into They're all gonna be fem reader. Take it or leave it

After gaining a job at the Fazbear entertainment Corporation, mysteries unravel themselves before you. You gain the help of the Glamrocks and Daycare attendants of the establishment, but soon, their kind demeanour begins to shift. Notions of disillusionment and disarays unfold. Would you be willing to stick around to take down the problem? NOTE: DISCONTINUED . . . This is my first fanfic. I hope you all enjoy this mystery/ thriller and adventure style story. .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- .. -. --. / ..-. ..- -. / -.-- . -

In Pine Valley, everything is normal. You, our newest resident seem to be looking for something, you should tell us what it is. Perhaps we could help you... Pine valley is a strange place, it seems to change location and nothing is the way it seems. To you, nothing makes sense...

I tend to only see x female reader imagines and it really dries my dick up. so for other male/male aligned folks who crave these boys, here you go 💙💌PLEASE ONLY INTERACT WITH IF YOU ARE MLM OR NBLM💌💙

Short stories/oneshots (mainly my villain s̶o̶n̶s̶ ocs, but I'll take requests if they interest me). Note that I don't write very often, so these may be shitty.

"We're going to Rome, loves." "But, father, we already are in Rome." In which a man is lost without his mind.