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On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a

Creepypasta X Half Wolf!Reader [Part 1]The tall being stroked through the thick trees; reaching out every now and then to shield his blank face from the scratching branches and twigs that snapped backwards and hit him with each step he took.
Everything was blissfully silent - save for the crunching of leaves beneath his shoes, the almost inaudible squeak of mice and the occasional crow squawking out its dreadful, distorted melody.
If he had a mouth, he'd let out a long, defeated sigh. He'd taken this walk not in search of victims - but to escape the beat-up old house that he shared with numerous other outcasts.
There was Jeff, the insane 'human' who couldn't quit smiling. It was hard to tell whether he was human or not, but Slender Man believed him to be. There was also that beastly dog, Smile. Then of course that immature little elf, or pixie, or whatever he was named Ben. And then there's Jack, Hoodie and Masky.
It was a house for all the misfits, outcasts, 'monsters'. It was the house for those who didn't belong with thi

Dance I'm a kitty cat~ Denmark x Reader

(Name) Pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked her best friend’s home, as she entered she heard several thumps and assumed it was Mathias and a certain Norwegian man fighting.

Correction; it was probably Lukas choking Mathias with his own tie. With a sigh she set down the cake she had brought over for Emil’s birthday.

Just then (Name) heard her name called and heard a small thump coming from the stairs. Walking over she spotted something that immediately made her cry out in surprise.

“M-mathias!?” She stared at the male climbing down the stairs one by one like they were a cliff. He was now about 2 ½ in

2p England x Insane!Reader - Chapter 1 - Purpose

"Now ______,Let's review the crime scene shall we?" Prof.Ludwig asked."Whatever" You spat with the most putrid hatred in the world.He glared at you.
"color"
"red"
"where?"
"everywhere"
"who?"
"Mathew"
"and?"
"Me"
"who else?"
"Alfred"
"Dead?"
"Dead"
"feeling?"
"satisfaction"
"Feeling?"
"Happiness"
He sighed."You never learn DO you _____?" He grimaced as he stood up from his fold up chair."I suppose not." You retorted returning back his grimace but with more taste of hatred and dispute.He folded the chair and walked out the room,closing the door behind you.It had been years since you had seen the world,life other than your professor and the hor

Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.

You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.

Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,

PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon

Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long

Brothers!Pru + Ger X Reader X Nordics - Part 5"So (your name)?" The Icelandic male spoke, placing a few of your belongings such as your books, writing utensils and other things onto a wooden desk that was pushed up the side of the wall in the spare room. Everything you had was mostly unpacked, and the room was finally starting to look as if someone lived there.

You glanced up to meet his purple gaze, wondering what he wanted. "You're taking things rather bravely..." Emil started, sitting on the edge of your bed that you had never slept in as of yet. He frowned at your straight face, wondering where all of your emotion's had gone. Surely, you couldn't have suddenly became like Norway. At

The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.

At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them i

Slender Man X Reader (1/2)It had been a rather rough day. At school, you'd been shoved into a locker by a compete bitch -causing you to drop your (f/c) folder that held all of your work, drawings and other things onto the floor. It took you quite a while to gather up those scattered sheets of paper, and that resulted in being late to class, which then led to being shouted at by a your teacher.
You let out a sigh, clutching your folder close to your chest, your arms around the binder -somewhat hugging it. You were now on your walk home from school, which usually lasted about 2 hours. You recently moved into a new house, which was inconveniently far from your school. Not to mention the fact that you had to walk on the edge of the woods. The silencee quite often creeped you out, and more than one you had the feeling that you were being watched by someone in amongst the trees.
A single drop of water landed on your cheek, running down like a saddened tear. Again, you sighed as more water suddenly started to rain fro

In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye

When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know I’m looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know I’m smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say “I won’t go” but still trust me when I’m dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I won’t break promises I swear I won’t lie, if you’re losing faith just look up at the sky.
Remember the good in me and forget all my scars. Make a wish to bring me from the dust and from the ash. Sorr

ForesightDebra Mae was an astonishingly good programmer.

Her code always worked correctly the first time, and she never missed a deadline. Her workspace was immaculate, but curiously devoid of personal effects. No framed pictures, no toys, just her small collection of pens lined up according to color and an inbox for the occasional old-school paper input.

Her computer was equally immaculate. Nothing extra on her desktop, no stray icons. If one peeked at her browser history there’d be nothing there but work-related google searches and company stuff.

She dressed neatly but very plainly. I suspected she had four dresses in her wardrobe an

Six Word Story: Hope"There's hope, you know."

"Really?"

"Really."

Bedtime StoryIt was a quaint young world in which a troupe of like-minded fellows did subsist. They found joy together in simple things, feline endeavors. Within their minds did great plumes spring, fine tufted ears and coils for caudals. They birthed their world and sat as gods upon a throne of osseous matter, led by one with a visage bright as flame.

And there they did indulge in fancy follies, games of crack which offered many an occasion in which they might giggle to themselves. But all was not well. For they did discover there the path all mortals are bound to take. For in the end are we not all but food for worms? They set to path their words in tr

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by =starlit-sky, Jun 20, 2008, 8:15:04 AM
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No! Hush! They must not overhear. You know…Those demons-some call them fears-that some times they inherit the human form and other times you cannot see them, but you know they are there. You can feel them on your skin, inside that intangible shudder that penetrates your body like electricity. You can shut your eyes if you wish. Shut them! Shut them as tightly as you can. You can even count to ten if you wish-like we used to do when we were kids-and wait for them to disappear, or run like the wind, if you crave. Still, no matter how far you run, or how many times you blink your eyes, they will be there, right in front of you. You will be trying to escape this dream, you surmise- but you will be realizing that you are awake. And they will be there. In the form of your worst nightmare, they will be taking flesh and bones. Welcome in Neverland.

Compromise. With love unuttered –compromise. Here you shall never hear I love you. For here we only speak truths. And truths should rip your heart in two. Your heart, yes, leave it here. You don’t need it anymore. For what you yearned the most in your antecedent life, here you will replace it with all those things that you will never encompass. And your soul will be racing perpetually on the wrong lane on the widest boulevards anyone could ever imagine. It will be dying over and over. And every time it will be wringing louder. Louder…Until not even yourself will be able to withstand its epicedium. Welcome in Neverland.

Your nights shall be sleepless. You will be cursed to sway between life and death, between dream and reality, between light and darkness. You will be straying inside empty spaces like a shadow longing to consolidate into a body. Your days shall be short and dark. You won’t belong. You will be trying your best but you shall always be the child sitting alone on the outskirt of the school yard. You will be achieving your goals one by one only to unveil that they were never yours. You will be suffocating in the life they’ve arranged for you and you will be screaming at the top of your lungs. But there will be no voice. Welcome in Neverland.

Here the fairytales end disgracefully. The wolf killed the red hood and sleeping beauty never awakened…Cinderella carried on digging the ashes and ugly duckling never grew into a swan…Evil stepmother exterminated snow white and the frog never turned into a prince…For here we live happily ever after but they live even happier. Welcome in Neverland.

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~Kizin-of-kaplumba Jul 18, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

beautiful and dark . . . beautifully dark . . .
I love it

=starlit-sky Jul 18, 2011

thank you so much!

~ChainsawNinja Aug 4, 2008

That was pretty damn good.

=starlit-sky Aug 31, 2008

glad you liked it

!KnowingEscape Jun 20, 2008 Photographer

Amazing.

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~Sadistictripp Jun 20, 2008 Writer

wow, that is awesome!!!!
very interesting the way it is portrayed and yet, completely true in every sense. Love it, needs a sequel or a prequel definitely

=starlit-sky Jun 20, 2008

thanks

~Sadistictripp Jun 21, 2008 Writer

your always welcome on things you deserve

~greenleaf-elfy Jun 20, 2008 Artist

Fear is the key. Think ... you are pushing yourself into your limit and i could add, your limitations. You become aware of what you are. A shadow of your fomer self who knew nothing, but nothing at all.

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