Mur Stories

A priest is dead. Nailed to the ceiling of his own church. Detective Mark Brennan has seen plenty of bodies, but never anything like this. No witnesses. No weapon. Just blood - too much of it - and strange symbols carved into the altar. The case goes nowhere until a curly-haired stranger shows up at the crime scene. He calls himself a priest. He smokes like a chimney, talks like he knows more than he should, and looks at Mark like he's already figured out the ending. His name is Silas Voss. And he claims the symbols are a language - one that shouldn't exist. Now the city is tearing itself apart. Cops are going crazy. Nightmares won't let Mark sleep. And the only person who might have answers is the one he trusts the least. Some doors shouldn't be opened. Some letters shouldn't be read. But someone wrote one anyway. In blood.

Un monde, un mur, un choix. Une élite, un être, une larme. Tout les différencie, mais l'espoir les rassemble. Un combat mené par des héros voulant casser les codes, franchir les barrières et s'affranchir de leurs libertés.

one shot stories written from various point of views. usually teenagers. trigger warning. i hope you like them. i work very hard to create a certain ambiance for my writing. <3

[Stranger Things x IT AlternateUniverse] It was 2017, and Pennywise was back in Derry. Just by coincidence, the Hopper family plus two companions were taking a road trip, to Maine. When an encounter with Pennywise lead to questions, Will, his step-sister Jane, and their friends Mike and Lucas set out on a quest to find the professionals. The Loser's Club.

2h00 du mat', j'ai eu de l'inspiration, et voilà. C'est pas vraiment passionnant, j'ai juste fais un petit exercice de style et ai pu écrire sur un sujet qui me torture autant qu'il me fascine. D'ailleurs, ne finissez pas de lire ceci, passez directement à l'histoire, vous reviendrez si jamais vous n'avez pas saisi de quoi ça parle. Donc, en gros, c'est un adolescent qui va donc devenir adulte dans pas longtemps, mais qui est quand même encore un peu un enfant. C'est tout l'enjeu de cette phase transitoire que je déteste tant. J'ai pris la cigarette comme fil rouge, parce que ça le relie au monde adulte, tout en étant vu comme un genre de ""fantasme"" par les enfants, qui se disent "oui moi aussi j'vais fumer comme les grands" etc... J'en ai aussi remis une couche avec la comparaison avec la sucette. Pareil pour la combustion de ladite cigarette, ça représente le temps qui passe, doucement, mais qui nous met toujours face à face avec des épreuves qu'on doit surmonter (ici devenir un adulte en essayant de rester un peu un enfant), et de toutes façons on est obligés de les surmonter ces épreuves de merde. Bref, longue descri pour pas grand chose, en espérant que ça vous ait plu, à la prochaine.

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Ever wondered how a vampire or werewolf deals with normal problems like friends , school and family, while doing what they are best at? Or what caused someone to go over to the dark side? This book is a collection of stories from the lives of vampires , werewolves and their family and friends.

L'histoire d'une jeune fille enfermée dans une cave, et d'un bourreau toujours plus fou...

Kavya was in search of job but god plans something for her. An accidental meet with Mrunal brought dramatic turns of events in her life. Every moment with him was like a dusk and dwan. Though they fight with each other they can't give up on each other and makes their love journey more romantic...

It was his to protect. Mine to forgive. But when our parents died in that crash, we did neither. For two years, silence was safer than truth. Hate was easier than grief. Now we're forced back together by a will we didn't expect. And the truth we buried? It's clawing its way out. He failed to protect them. I can't forgive him. We were both wrong.