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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

Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301

“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!

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,

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

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

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

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

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

Slender Man X Reader (2/2)~Your POV~
Letting out a sigh, you continued to tap away at the keys of your laptop. Why was life so boring? You clicked your tongue, loading up a random YouTube page. "What should I do?" You muttered to yourself, pulling your legs in to sit cross-legged, the laptop resting on your lap. After staring at the YouTube homepage for a little while, you typed 'Pewdiepie' into the search bar. It looked like the Swedish YouTuber would have to try and cure your boredom.
It had been roughly a week since your encounter with Slender Man. Truthfully, were any normal person would never want to see him ever again, you really wanted to see that expressionless face of his. He was intriguing to say the least. There was no other like him - not that you knew of anyway. Maybe he was alone in this world. Maybe, he was the only one of his kind. He lived in the woods... right? Maybe you should go pay a visit...
Seemingly pleased with this idea, you quickly powered down your laptop, putting it

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

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

The New Monk-chapter 6-The sun was rising the other morning. The monks had to wake up early, as planned , they had to go to Jack’s evil lair to get back their stolen Wu. Omi, was the first one to get up. He went in the other monks rooms and woke them up. Kimiko, Lydia and Clay woke up, but Rai had troubles. While the monks were dressing up, Omi yelled at him

“Raimundo, get your backside up now, Master Fung must not see us!”- Omi said as he rushed through his room.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”- he said as he snuggled in his pillow and continued to sleep.
Kimiko went in his room and, of course, managed to get the lazy Brazilia

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InfinityDespite of being the middle of summer, it was a cold night. They always were back there. The fresh beach air provided the campsite with cool nights and hot days. We were sitting outside our tents, watching the dying embers of our campfire fade out. It was late, and the sounds of the surrounding campers were slowly dying out. The minutes went by, and less laughter was heard. The guitars and other instruments stopped and stayed silent. The sound of tent zippers opening and closing again. A hushed whisper now and then, the sound of a distant snore. Finally, when the only thing we could hear were the crickets and the sound of the nearby waves, we stood up. In complete silence we walked between tents and pine trees, avoiding the holes were the campfires had earlier stood.
We reached the beach and sat down on the sand. I looked up and saw the immensity of space spread out before my eyes. The stars, so clear now as they had never been in the city, filled me with wonder. The same wonder I

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Rule of Rose Second act pt1

by ~prisonic-fairytale-9, Oct 27, 2008, 2:09:41 PM
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“Wendy!” Jennifer cried as she ran over to her friend. Wendy looked up at the sound of her friend’s voice, her soft blonde hair bouncing as she turned her head. “Jennifer!” she giggled as she jumped up. Jennifer embraced her friend as they both sat back in the soft grass. “Wendy have you heard about the new girl coming here? I heard she lost her parents in a fire.” Jennifer said in her soft sad voice. “That’s just terrible. I hope she will be okay. Things like that are hard to get over.” Wendy replied in her soft bell like voice. Both girls looked at the blue sky above; a soft breeze blew through the lush rose garden that surrounded them. “Girls, Time to come in!” Mr. Hoffman called from the front steps of the orphanage. Jennifer and Wendy jumped up at the sound of the old mans voice. Both girls headed towards the front door of the large old mansion that served as an orphanage. Wendy stopped a few feet away from the door. she doubled over as she began to cough. Jennifer stopped at the sound of her friends coughing. With one foot on the porch she turned to look at Wendy. The girl’s entire body was shaking with every cough, when the coughs finally subsided Wendy looked up at her friend. Jennifer’s amber eyes that mirrored the worry in her own blue eyes. Wendy faintly smiled at her friend. “Jenny I’m okay, just a bad cough.” Jennifer slowly walked to her friend’s side. “Come on we need to get inside before we get in trouble again.” Jennifer said as she took her friends thin hand. They walked slowly into the main room of the large old mansion, Mr. Hoffman stood beside an older girl with long brown hair that matched her brown pinstripe dress. Eleanor walked out of the parlor carrying her empty bird cage, Meg followed close behind as she scribbled away in her notebook. Amanda stood at the top of the stairs, lipstick smeared across her broad face. Olivia wiped tears off of her face; she stood in front of the dining room doorway her light blonde hair matted to her wet cheeks. “Move cry baby.” Susan said as she pushed Olivia out of her way. Thomas followed close behind, a piece of chalk in his dirty hand. Nicholas and Xavier stepped into the front doorway, both holding wooden swords. “Children, I’d like you to meet our newest addition to the family, Diana.” Mr. Hoffman gestured towards the girl on the stairs. Diana flipped her brown hair as she stood. “Nice to meet all of you,” She said with a cold smile. “Now kids be nice to her and don’t get into trouble.” Mr. Hoffman, he headed towards the study door. The study door opened and closed with a soft creak of old hinges. The children began to drift back to the other rooms. Only Diana, Olivia, Jennifer and Wendy remained in the main room. “Well kiddies, let’s get one thing straight. I like to be left alone and I don’t think you want to end up like my parents, right?” Diana said as she turned to face the stairs, she grabbed her bag and began to walk to the upper floor. “You don’t scare me. You’re nothing but a heartless princess who’s used to getting her way.” Wendy challenged as she glared up at Diana. With her hand on the banister Diana turned to look at Wendy. “Maybe I’ll like this dump after all,” she said with a smug smile. Wendy began to smile, Jennifer giggled. Wendy doubled over in pain as she began to cough. “Wendy?” Jennifer whispered as her friends coughing became more violent. “Mr. Hoffman!” Olivia cried, she ran down the hall still calling for the old man/ Wendy lurched towards the wall knocking a blue china vase off of a table, as she stumbled towards the dining room. Porcelain shattered, sending crimson roses and water in every direction on the scarred wooden floor.

Rule of Rose Second act pt1by ~prisonic-fairytale-9

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yay for another craptastic story

i know i know the title doesn't really make sense at the moment but it will whenver i get another piece of the story up.
this story is based off of the characters in rule of rose and this story gets a tad confusing near the end.

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~WhitewoodPhantom Jan 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You have an excellent way of telling stories, and it's great to see some writings based off Rule of Rose. It would make such an excellent novel, I think, so I'm glad to see fanfictions posted concerning it. This is a great beginning, though, I should suggest starting a new paragraph when introducing a different character's words or actions. It makes it easier to read, you know. Other than that, it's wonderful!

~prisonic-fairytale-9 Jan 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I wrote that thing when i first started writing a few years ago haha. I haven't bothered to go back and fix it at all.
I'm glad you liked it

~WhitewoodPhantom Jan 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, I gotcha. When I started getting into the hobby of writing, I wouldn't even use quotation marks. Gosh, how that drives me up a wall nowadays! lol I also have another suggestion, too, if you ever feel like going and making some edits to the RoR Second Act series. I noticed that you kind of made the scenes go by really quickly. Try to take more time to get the reader used to the feeling of the setting and the character's emotions, but, don't take too much time, that is! I'm sure that after having written for a while you've found a balance that works right for you.

~prisonic-fairytale-9 Jan 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

haha yeah. When I first started though I just wanted to get the story over quickly. For some of my newer stuff that works, just with the way I have the story set up but I enjoy taking time to create an actual scene for my stories now. When your a kid it's not as much fun though but those days have since passed.
But thank you for the advice it's always nice to hear something from another writer, whether it is good or bad.

~WhitewoodPhantom Jan 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well, yes, I know exactly what you mean about just getting your writings out. Sometimes, you just want to publish your stuff in a hurry whether things go by too fast or not. I'm working on my own novel, actually. It's called Blackfire. If you feel like giving me some feedback, I'd really appreciate that! It's in my gallery and has it's own folder, too, of course. Feel free to check it out!

~prisonic-fairytale-9 Jan 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm working on a novel as well. It's called Hollow World and I don't have much of it posted on here. I mainly just use DA for my short stories.

~WhitewoodPhantom Jan 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, I see. What is Hollow World about? It sounds pretty interesting from the title.

~prisonic-fairytale-9 Jan 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

It's set on a world that is literally in pieces. the main piece is a massive ring made from rock. (It's the hollowed out center of a dead world)Each different piece of land has a different race that occupies it and the main story follows two of the major races that are warring with one another. The Daggerians that live in the hollowed out center and the Astarians that live on a grassy plain. The Daggerians built a massive stone hive in the center of their land that's connected to the rock by chains. They are a race of bat-like humanoids and the Astarians just look basically like elves and are so high strung it's not even funny.

I'm trying to focus on the personal relationships of the royal families and how the war is affecting them and how the war is affecting the other races that inhabit the landscape.

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~CRSTO20 Jan 18, 2011

I like this story.

~prisonic-fairytale-9 Jan 18, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

thanks

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