Die Suche nach dem letzten Menschen by EINsamer-wANDERER, literature
Literature
Die Suche nach dem letzten Menschen
Die Ruinen der Einrichtung waren eines der letzten Zeugnisse der Menschheit. Doch wie es schon prophezeit war, sollte ihr Reich nicht ewiglich währen und schließlich von den Tiefen der Hölle verschlungen werden. Wie es prophezeit, war ergoss sich das flüssige Feuer aus Qual und Pein über die jämmerlichen kleinen Würmer. Davon gespült vom Wahnsinn des Schlundes waren sie ausgelöscht worden. Nun herrschten die Dämonen über ihre Welt und nur ihre teils menschliche Erscheinung zeigte noch wie diese Kreaturen einmal äußerlich waren.
Wütend knurrend beschwor El Diabolo einen roti
I Murder Christian Boys by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
I Murder Christian Boys
Many years, and yes, I still wear a plastic-femur necklace. It makes little sense, but it was supposed to be symbolic.
(p.s. I'm barely Christian)
The space heater is beginning to gag and wheeze in electrical spurts of life, but it's COLD baby and December has more icicle teeth than this heater can survive.
(p.s. I am supposed to be at school, but truancy is just so trendy.)
Here We Go Again
The endless reel/fishingline/movieclip/reality.
(p.s. you can say(remember) it with any word you want)
Row boat lost
Hate using paddles
Vivid dreams Chapter 15 Final by Leanne6, literature
Literature
Vivid dreams Chapter 15 Final
“I found you….” The words kept echoing in Cordillia’s mind long after the caller had ended his ominous call. Settling down onto the black couch she grasped the glass of water Emily gave to her. She leaned back onto the pile of propped up pillows the cell gripped in her hand slipped out and fell with a gentle thud onto the white carpet underneath.
“Cordillia? Are you ok?” Emily pushed down her black skirt that had hiked up her leg to her knee. Her voice sounded distant like it was coming through a long tunnel. “Who was that on the phone? Did they find Peter’s body?”
Cordillia’s lips
The Diary Of A Man #1 by amirunthenoob1, literature
Literature
The Diary Of A Man #1
I started to feel fear as my eyes watch myself in the mirror. The longer I look, the weaken my sanity will be.
I quickly avoid it, faster than I could but it was too late. I began to hear the whispers in my head. My heartbeat was rapidly increasing.
"You are now us"
"How does it feel?"
"Peace? Faith? Hope?"
"All meaningless"
The whispers spoke.
I followed them. I believed them. I helped them.
Home is for the Haunted (Midnight Ending) by MidnightDaybreak, literature
Literature
Home is for the Haunted (Midnight Ending)
Alix’s head throbbed. She felt like she had been hit by a bus. That was the first thought she had when she woke up.
Her second thought was a mental groan at herself for thinking of such a cliché expression.
Her third thought was—
‘Where the hell am I?’
The room around her wasn’t anywhere she recognized or ever remembered being. It was dark; the only light was that of the moon, shining in through a large window to her right. She waited for her eyes to adjust before giving things a proper once over. She was in a large bedroom, judging from the furnishings, which were of a stodgy, ol
“Wake up…” Emily’s soft voice permeated the blackness still holding her mind. She shook Cordillia lightly “Cordillia wake up….” Her voice raised she smacked her hands together above Cordillia’s face.
Cordillia’s blue eyes opened to Emily’s green eyes staring down at her. “….Em?” She rubbed her eyes, struggling to sit up. “Where am I?"
“In your own bed Cordy….are you feeling alright?” She pressed her hand against Cordillia’s forehead, judging whether it was hot or not. “You don’t have a fever…”
“How di
On an off chance you are reading this I will be the first to tell you I am not sure why I still do my job. You may wonder a bit and then think of all the jobs you wouldn’t have. Listing them personally which one is worse than the other. If a search and rescue officer for Yellowstone is not on there then it will be. I’ll explain in the most detail I can but this even occurred 5 years ago when I first began. This one I call “ The Strange Follow” due to events that happened it just had made the most sense.
On a golden brittle day I was working inside the lodge doing the paperwork that usually takes a good day to