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“Hooray! It’s the weekend!” A little boy cried as he ran out the front doors of his small elementary school. The bell marking the end of school had just rung; and the children were walking, although most were running, out of the school. Many of them eagerly started home to their parents, but a few stayed behind to chat with their friends.
A small group of children gathered to speak to one another about their weekend plans. There were about five of them, and they were all in the same class together. In the third grade, their lives were carefree and happy; the only burden being homework or chores.
“What should we pl
2p!Italy x Reader - Text Messages
WARNING! CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND SWEARING AND MAYBE BLOOD AND STICKY STUFF.
When I was sixteen years old, I got my first cell phone. It was a normal flip phone, one that blinked red when I had a new text message. The first time I got one of the messages, I didn't think much of it.
???: Ti amo.
Me: I think you have the wrong number...Sorry.
???: No, ti amo.
Me: Really? Well...Who are you?
???: Your true love.
I showed the message to my friend, Elizaveta. She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders. I didn't reply to the mysterious man's text and promptly forgot all about it. I figured the poor guy had probably been trying to date some girl an
Jeff the Killer X Dead!Reader- Sweet Dreams I looked down at her cold body, holding her closely against my chest. My hand slid over her once shining e/c closing them forever. My sharp knife stuck out of her perfect chest, the dark red blood stained the fabric of her shirt. She was asleep and at peace. I brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, my heart still raced.'Why?' I thought staring down at her, she looked as pretty the day I first saw her.
~~A few days earlier~~
I watched out my bedroom window, my brother was just taken from me, and it was all Randy's fault he was gone. Just as he crossed my mind a girl with h/l h/c with gleaming e/c walked past the front of my house,
Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 4April 21st, 2013
Sorry I haven't written... I have been extremely depressed because... well, I've been trying to take care of the cats. They're clean now, and I'm gradually feeding them, but of course they're not going to show much improvement over four days. But... the pregnant mama died three days ago... and I've been sobbing like mad. I took the poor thing's body to a vet to check if we could save the babies but... they had apparently been dead for a few weeks before mama died, which may have been a contributing cause. I told the veteranarian about rescuing all the cats and asked for advice. He said to just keep up with what I'm doing an
Sonic Advance 4 (creepy pasta)
I still can’t believe it’s been a month since I came into contact with… IT... But it feels like a year... Even the mere mention of its name sends chills down my spine… Let me explain...
You see, I use to go to a school where you learn about programming, designing, and making your own video games and all that stuff. Well there was this one guy named Timmy in my class who was the total loner. No friends or anything, he just kept to himself and only spoke when someone asked him something. But he would never answer questions about his personal life, which I can understand. Anyway, we were both paired up to do a p
Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife. Part Nine.Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.
I didnt want to give him what he wanted, but I didnt want to die, not like that something in me broke and maybe, just maybe, hed stick to his words. It was all I had. Id had lost all my self-respect when our lips connected.
He dropped me like a ton of bricks I fell to the floor, my knees scraping on the carpet. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the tears from pouring out as I begged for my life, Ill do ANYTHING! I breathed between sharp breaths.
He stopped and crouched to where I was, curled in a ball on the floor
MaskyXReader-1 PlanNormal P.O.V
You laid in your (f/c) Bed sheets on the floor. You stayed the night at a friends house and you both fell asleep in her bed room floor. The past month or two as been a little different for you. You have a feeling come over you when you step outside. Even when you sleep you feel as if you aren't alone. You figured this is normal and it will go away soon. But someone watched over you.
I sit on a tree outside of (y/n)'s friends house. My brother Hoody, stayed in the bushes. Most of the time he was with me when i went out. I watched my (y/n) breathe and tossed a bit in her sleep. Her face looked adorable when she slep
I first started seeing him a little after I turned six years old. I had been sitting in my wheelchair in my back yard with a wooden board stretched out on my lap. I was using it as a desk to draw on. My pencils were in a little tin soup can and my paper was piled neatly next to them on the surface in front of me. I had been doodling suns with smiley faces and dogs playing in the grass and stick children beaming up at me for several long minutes, before I somehow sensed that I was not alone.
I had raised my head. Standing only a few feet from me, was a humanoid figure. He (I judged it to be male) was wearing a smart black business suit
Don't Touch Me (PDC) Part 1He'd been slumping around like some kind of tired prophecy for days. A frown on his brow, his cheeks pallid... like he knew something was going to go wrong.
I wish he'd warned me that it would be like this.
I guess I needed a break. The house had become to feel like the walls were pressing in on me, cold cushions mumbling threats of the future. It wasn't like I was lonely anymore, or jealous or paranoid; Pewds was there by my side, every morning and every night. But that was just it, really. He was around me so much I thought maybe he might get infected. Maybe my madness was somehow contagious. Something like that.
Either way, I had to get o
You awoke from your peacful slumber. You softly sat up sighing, Stretching your muscles. Your (e/c) orbs looking around the room and the bed you had been placed in. 'How did i get here?' You thought quietly. 'I must have moved up here in my sleep...' You scooted your body down the bed and off to the side a bit to look at your sleeping friend. You looked at her for a few seconds before she awakend as well. Her sleepy face looked at you and smiled, Yawning a bit.
"H-Hey (y/n). How did you get up there? I thought you slept down here with me."
Don't Touch Me (PDC) Part 2I don’t know how I managed to get him home. He had stumbled and staggered and stopped mid-stride, as if suddenly he’d seen a crack open up in the road, gaping wide, and he’d stand there shaking his head and tugging back on his invisible restraints. His own ghosts following him again, his own mind carving apart reality.
I had glanced back at him over my shoulder as we walked, stepped over, murmuring his name in my own fear, but he could only say one thing, each and every time I got near:
“Don’t touch me.”
He was hurt, and I understood that. He had been through an ordeal I could never, ever understand. But he
Containment Breached: Scenario 1 P1"D-1956, please enter the testing area."
Those are the last words you remember.
You lie still, staring up at the shadowy ceiling. Two bloodied, skinless human hands hang in one dark corner, the thick clouds of ash obscuring their owner, but you are unfazed. An alarm wails in the distance, turned into calming music by a chorus of shouts and gunfire. At the far side of the containment chamber, someone shifts and groans in pain.
You are a D-Class at Foundation Site 19. By now, you are used to being thrust into surreal, deadly situations, but this one is different. There are no intercom voices guiding you and keeping you calm. There are no shotgun-toting, riot-armored guards waiting in the wings. This is no longer a test. Something has gone very, very wrong. The rats have chewed through the lock on their proverbial cage, and the men in charge forgot to bait the traps.
Hell is breaking loose.
Self-preservation eventually forces you to your feet, where you take stock of the situation.
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 12Part 12
I'm pretty sure telling the truth (when he can do that already) is only going to piss Gabriel off more. So, how the hell am I going to explain his inexplicable knowledge of the model's death...?
"He's psychic," Nathan told Marq, hoping his smile looked genuine and not desperate. The photographer's horrified expression shifted, becoming confused, so he continued. "You know, psychic? He sees dead people...?"
"Oh." Clearly, Marq wasn't buying it, but he still turned to Gabriel for confirmation. The angel was rubbing his temples, but he nodded.
"Your reaction is precisely why I don't usually bring it up," he said, giving him a hal
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 10Part 10
I get the feeling he's only asking as a courtesy, and would probably come over uninvited anyway. Might as well agree.
Nathan chuckled, rolling his eyes but nodding in agreement. "Okay, but at least give me a little time to do my interview. No offense, Wren, but I don't want her put off by your enthusiasm."
"Why would she be put off by my enthusiasm?" the teen echoed, then shrugged. "Eh, never mind. I need to make the food before it's brought over anyway."
"Good." Nathan pressed his lips together and turned back towards the table. "Well, to work."
He was no more confident now than he was before as he made his way to the table
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