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Submission "Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favourite colour but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt do we?" ******** Life is never easy and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to loose but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race.....is she strong and brave? Triggers and smuts are present. Unedited. *************** Two years ago When I was a small kid, I always wanted a perfect family where we would always be happy. We would go to parks, my parents would teach me how to ride a bicycle, we would have weekend plans, go to picnics and most importantly enjoy time with each other but all my dreams and hopes shattered into pieces when I first saw my father beating my mother. For a five-year-old, you can easily understand how it was for me. It hit me hard like I was daydreaming and fell off the bed on the cold hard floor. I don't know what happened that day but from then on my heart started losing its pieces and I couldn't keep it together. Do not get me wrong, I tried and I tried my best to make our family really happy but it was not that simple... The fights between my parents increased as me and my elder brother Jason, got older and the next thing I knew, I was pushing them away from me. It did not help when I came to know that my father never wanted me, he wanted another son in the Dawson family. So I started pushing him away from me. My mother wanted a girl alright but I guess she did not want me but still she was the one with whom I communicated most. Lastly my brother...he, you would expect that out of all the shit stuff that happened, he would at least support me but turns out he was more interested in the assets and the numbers. He ne ...

She can see numbers; She can tell your demise. It was her secret and she was going to take it to her grave; But then, she met HIM. The boy without numbers! And everything changed. *************** INMARCESIBLE Prologue ~ INMARCESIBLE ♦ 1 06092013 08122012 09102014 Numbers. I grew up seeing numbers my whole life. Not because my father was an accountant, but because everyone around me had numbers looming over their heads. Numbers made out of smoke, as if leaking out of their soul and hanging over them. For the longest time I thought this was natural. Everyone had them and could see them. But eventually I realized that was not the case, and I was the only one who could see these numbers. I didn't know what these numbers meant. Not until I turned thirteen and my father died. On 08th of April 2012. 08042012. That was his number. And thus I knew, what they meant. The day you die. And my world has never been the same since then. ~•••••••••••~ I stepped out of the car and into the thick hot heat of July in Georgia. Thanks to the humidity, my hair felt like it had tripled in size. And I was not at all fond of the feeling. In front of me, loomed Verona High, the mansion hovered proudly behind enormous creaky iron gates, flanked by row of maple trees, swaying gently to summer wind. Ivy grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. As a whole, the building looked for all the world like it had grown there rather than be built. I squinted my eyes at the mansion which was soon going to be my school and boarding home as mom spoke, "Magnificent isn't it, sweetheart. I'm sure you going to enjoy being here. " "Erm... yes. I guess! " Was all I could manage as we reached into my trunk for my stuff. After dad's death, nothing had been the same for us. Mom isolated herself, not being able to deal with the pain of losing dad. And as time passed by, her sorrow grew more profound. I, on the other hand, never felt as powerless as I did then. Unable to soothe mom, unable to fill in the hollowness in her eyes, all I could do was stand and watch as she ...

Gothic Riddles Here you will find a vast collection of story type riddles. These stories are "scary when you know the meaning". Can you find the creepy hidden meaning in each one? Welcome to the unknown Detective. May the odds be ever in your favor...HAHAHAHA *************** INSTRUCTIONS Every chapter of this book consists of a short story and there's something scary about the story and you have to find out what it is. Believe me, it's gonna be creepy and hard as hell. Spend some time thinking about the story and if you find out the answer you can post it i ...

A plague sweeps the world and the dead are rising. Those that remain struggle to survive as society collapses around them. *************** Dead Under Adi Adi dragged on his cigarette, the hot smoke filled his lungs, the clove filter left a sweet taste on his lips. He had quit but that seemed unimportant now that he had started to show symptoms. The power was out so he sat enjoying the moonlit rice fields from his balcony. It had been such a long time since he had done this. He sat deep in thought and looked back on his life. It wasn’t what he had dreamed it would be but on reflection he was happy. Adi had finished his medical degree at a university in Jakarta. It was a requirement that all medical graduates do a volunteer year in a place of the governments choosing. This tiny village on the edge of the jungle was where they had put him. The adjustment had been hard at first, but the slow village lifestyle had grown on him and after a time the tight-knit community had accepted him. Adi took another drag. The cloves crackled and popped as they burned. The tickle in his throat built. He blew out the smoke and began coughing. His cough was getting worse. He was almost certain he had caught the sickness too. At least the vomiting hadn’t started yet. He ashed his cigarette. There was no need to irritate his throat further. Five of his patients had already died and four more were in comas taking up the beds in his clinic. He had been following the news and was growing more worried daily. As far as he could tell it had all started here in his village. Then it had spread across Indonesia, and now he was seeing reports of it in other countries. “Adi, have you been smoking again? ” He heard his wife whisper from in the back door. His family had set him up with a politician’s daughter back in Jakarta. They had let their disappointment be known when he had married a village girl instead. They had liked his plan to stay on in the village even less. “No,” he whispered, hoping not to wake the children. “What is it? ” “Agus called, there’s a problem and they need you in at the clinic, I thi...

One of the scariest things in the world is not knowing who you should trust and not knowing who your enemies are. Selina stared at her friend confusingly while still feeling cold on her hands and feet. "We spend much time together ever since she recovered from the comatose, but...there are split moments during those times when I felt like I was with someone I do not know." *************** Cursed Bloodline Untitled News was flashed on televisions about the bus accident on the highway going to New Hampshire at around 10:15 in the evening, involving two buses. The said accident resulted in thirty-three injured and thirteen severely injured civilians whose conditions were critical. The accident created a dreadful sound of impact that was heard several meters away and put fear to the other people around the area. The rescue teams arrived at the site of the accident after twenty minutes of being reported while other witnesses tried to help the victims as much as they can until the medical workers and police came. * Selina woke up at the buzzing sound of people around her and from the sirens of what seemed like to be an ambulance. People were screaming, crying, and saying somethings but she cannot understand any of it. All she was aware of was the severe pain in her head and in her body. Her vision was hazy and blurry as she tried to look around, and found herself lying on something cold. W-Where am I? She asked herself, and tried to remember what happened and what was she was doing there. While she was confused, she heard footsteps coming towards her and saw someone’s blurry figure knelt in front of her. She weakly tried to look up to see that person’s face and noticed its lips moved like it was saying something, but Selina could not understand it. Her hearing was slowly becoming faint that she almost could not hear anything anymore. Her eyelids felt so heavy that she wanted to just close her eyes and sleep; her body felt so tired and it ached all over. But as she was trying to keep herself awake, something caught her eyes behind the man’s feet in front of her – a thing that looked familiar to her. M-my necklace? She thought to herself and tried to slowly reach for it with her bloody and trembling hand, but when she touched the lace, the man, who seemed like a medical worker, suddenly carried her up. The lace slipped from her hand. W-wait....

London, a city where things beyond the things out of human explanation occured, this is where the extra ordinary happened on a day to day basis. A man goes in search for the truth and seeking answers to all his unanswered questions by taking a challenge to complete a haunted house but he had no idea what he was getting himself into... *************** London Is Cursed Episode 1 It was the day before Halloween when I first heard about the No End House from a friend of mine. He told me that it was a legendary haunted house attraction that was said to be the largest and scariest in the country. Everybody had heard about it, but nobody seemed to know where it was. It was said to hold all the answers for all the mysterious things happening in our town. I was excited about this encounter and was hoping I'll finally get all the answers to the questions no one seemed to know the answers. The rules were pretty simple. You get to enter the attraction. The building contained nine rooms in all. If you managed to reach the final room, you would see a scroll that contained unimaginable power and wisdom or so did rumour have it. The only catch was that nobody had ever managed to make it all the way through to the end anyone who went in to the attraction disappeared forever and was forgotten in a couple of weeks. That’s why they called it No End House that was its nickname because no one ever made it to the end. My friend told me he had tried to find the house and failed miserably until yesterday which he successfully found it but it was scary and his nerves did not let him proceed though I just thought he was being a chicken and had no balls. He said the haunted house attraction was located roughly four miles north to the city and drew me a map. It piqued my interest and I told him I would check it out the next night. As I turned to leave, he grabbed me by the arm and tried to convince me not to go but all was to no avail and he tried even harder. He said that it was unnatural, that the things the house contained would be too much for anyone to endure. I didn’t believe him and no matter how hard he tried to convince not to go there, my mind was made up. Finally getting the answers to all my questions i have been masking for 10 years now by completing a haunted house sounded too good to be true. The next night,...

As a boy, Jerry didn't grow up with much so when Jerry grew up he wanted to give to those without anonymously, but when his secret gets out, Jerry's secret is in danger from his ex-wife as she's released from prison. Will Jerry be able to protect his wife, Sarah from his ex-wife's dangerous game? *************** The Gifter Prologue-Chapter 1 PROLOGUE "Mama, it's Christmass Eve! " little Jerry reminded her. "Shut up boy! Christmas is for sissies! This family doesn't celebrate Christmas! " his mother screamed at him. "But, Mama! " little Jerry cried. "Oh, just shut up and go to your room, now! I can't deal with your whining! " Jerry's mother yelled. Devastated, Jerry ran to his room crying. Christmas was his favorite holiday and every year since Jerry could remember was the same. No presents under the tree. In fact, there was never even a tree. Jerry hated going back to school after Christmas break, hearing his friends talk about all the great Christmas presents. . . new toys. . . new clothes. . . they received for Christmas, gushing what great families they all had. And all Jerry could do was listen to it and get sad. . . really sad; to the point his mother put him in a mental institution years later. When Jerry was about 25, the institution decided that Jerry was well enough to go out on his own into the real world. CHAPTER 1 Sarah snuggles up to Jerry for a kiss, as they are taking a walk along the pathway of the lake. Jerry leans Sarah up against a tree for a little romance, when Sarah screams. "What's wrong? " Jerry asks. "There's a man peeping at us! " Sarah cries. Jerry looks in the direction Sarah is pointing her finger. He starts to walk over only to have Sarah pull him back, "No, hun. He may be dangerous! " "Ah, he's not dangerous. He's just cold and hungry. " Jerry continues on over to the cold, lonely man sitting next to the dilapidated building. Jerry is sad by the state of how this man is living. He thinks to himself, "No one should have to live this way," as Jerry extends his hand to the cold, hungry man. The old man, shivering from the cold, accepts Jerry's hand, and follows Jerry and Sarah to the shelter for food, clothing, and a warm bed to sleep. As they leave the gentleman in good hands with the shelter, Jerry wonders how he ca...

ENRAGED SOUL Laura was a bold, courageous, gorgeous, intelligent young lady who always stood out for herself. She always fought for her right and never allowed anyone to look down on her , her family nor her friends. She was known as the most brilliant and talented student in her class. This irritated some of her mates and led to the plot of her attack to tame her. " Hold her, let's see how her intelligence works this time...", Ben exclaimed, landing a huge slap on her cheek. Patrick and Fred held her tightly, chuckling and teasing. They molested and bullied her until she passed out. " Wait, Ben, I think we killed her....", Fred cried " Shut up, what do you know? She's just doing that to scare us...." " No, Ben...I think he's right...we killed her..." " Oh, my God...what should we do..." Join me on this journey while we find out what they did to her body and the outcome of their action. ENRAGED SOUL;The revenge of a traumatized girl *************** It was a usual Monday morning at THE ROBERTS' MANSION but not for Laura Roberts. Her definition of a usual Monday morning was getting to school on time, at least 7:30 to observe an hour or two personal studies before class begins. But on the contrary, she was extremely late today, all thanks to her kid brother, Kelvin Roberts, the troublesome one among the three siblings of Mr. and Mrs Roberts. Laura was the second daughter after Mya Roberts, the introvert, shy but intelligent and beauty queen of the Roberts' family. " Stop it now, Kelvin Roberts, I need my bag. I'm already running late for my personal studies before class begins which you know how I hate missing that", Laura shouted, running after Kelvin who kept racing around the hall with her bag, teasing." Catch me if you can, sweet sis", he bursted out with laughter, dashing off to the kitchen.Laura whined, tamping her foot on the floor, furious, " Oh, boy, I'll so kill you if I get hold of you. I bet you".She sped off after him into the kitchen, shouting. Kelvin, bumped into Mrs. Amy Roberts their mother who was coming out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hands." Hey, easy, why are you running around like that? You almost caused the milk to spill. Who is after..."Without completing her statement, she noticed Laura approaching, all furious."Oh, I should have known. Causing trouble again?",she queried with a smile, holding Kelvin's chin.Kelvin nodded with a smile," I just wanted to play, mum"."Mum, please tell Kelvin to return my bag, I need to run now. Its already 7:00 and thanks to him I'm late ", Laura's voice echoed from behind, interrupting."Hey, young lady, where are your manners? No greetings? "Laura s...

Sins of my Blood A deadly curse. A lethal foe. Tempest Briar was supposed to be your average vampire if she hadn’t been cursed by the most unexpected person imaginable. The one thing that was supposed to keep her alive had now become the one thing that could kill her. The curse, which she was desperate to break free of, made her allergic to blood. And she only had a few days to live. Damon Moonves despised vampires to the core of his heart. He vowed to kill every vampire in sight, in the most painful way possible. But when a vampire breaks into his house, his first thought is to kill her immediately, but when he sees her suffering, he decides to keep her alive and watch her die a slow and painful death. However, fate takes an unexpected turn, causing Damon to reconsider his decision… Should he watch her suffer? Or kill her with his bare hands? *************** Pushing my way past the trees and branches, I tried to look for a safe place to hide. I could hear them behind me, which made me all the more desperate to hide. I was thirsty and tired, but I knew that death would come for me soon enough. It would be nothing short of a miracle if I managed to survive past this month. After running for a few more minutes, my body gave in and I ended up collapsing behind a bush. I tried not to gasp for breath too loudly, for the fear of being found and killed. However, I did not understand why I was running. I was going to die anyway, might as well have it done quickly and painlessly right now than to the endure the agony which I knew would be my companion in the coming days. However, as I gazed at the full moon, with needles coursing through my veins, I knew I could not let those people kill me. My clan may have shunned me, but that did not mean I would allow them to kill me. I would live out my remaining days in solitude. If I died, then I would die knowing I was not weak enough to just sit and let them kill me. The rumbling of the clouds stole my attention, making me realize that a storm was about to come. I needed to look for a place to seek shelter, but there was nowhere I could go. My clan had officially shunned me, which meant I was not allowed to show my face, let alone exist in this world. The leader of my clan would not stop until he had me turned to ash, or decapitated. If I was destined to survive, then I would have to take on a new identity because it was the only way I would be able to live. "I think we lost her." My heart jumped in fright when I heard Bolby's voice. I could not believe my own college friend was turning against me and helping those people find me and kill me. "We cannot lose her. Keep searchi...

Submitting "I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape. "But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing." He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer. **** The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner. **** Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2) Triggers and smut present. I do not own the background picture of this book's cover. Book cover made by me. *************** "You are weak, weak and pathetic." She didn't lift her face, hiding behind the curtain of hair. It was her only shield, one so feeble and fragile but perhaps hiding her emotions was of more priority. "You are such a shame and disgrace to our family. Have you ever thought about us? How could you when you are too busy being selfish." Yes indeed, it hurt and the heaviness was too much on these weak shoulders that they couldn't help but crumble down. The urge to call someone for help clenched her heart, but she knew no one in this house would do so. For a seven-year-old, she felt like she was very dumb since she didn't know what she did wrong to earn this punishment. It has been four years now, and she still doesn't know. She was used to the pain that she felt in her bones and muscles. It was a daily routine now. As soon as the hands of the clock paused at eight in the evening every day, she tried to brace herself ...

Jon Aster came to the island of Orsica at the request of a wealthy client. Little did he know that he was about to unleash an evil force intent on returning to the mainland to spread malice in an unknowing world. It was the vampire Dante, thought to have been destroyed a century ago, but who had instead recovered his strength and waited for the opportune time to exact revenge on his enemies. The time had come and Dante's long wait had come to an end. *************** Vampire of the New World Prologue 1898 The derelict boat bobbed up and down with the waves as it moved across the dark ocean. It listed to starboard as it continued to take in water, every moment bringing it closer to sinking. There were no visible crew onboard and the boat appeared to have been long abandoned. Its faded paint and missing beams revealed that it had been in the water for a long time and had not docked for repairs. As the tide receded, the boat settled on the coral stones. Wood and metal groaned and creaked with the weight of the boat, its hull threatening to break. Waves continued to batter it with strong blows that gradually weakened with the ebbing tide. Two men walked from behind the rocks towards the shore carrying containers filled with water and some fruits. They resembled each other, but the older man had graying hair and his sunburnt face was heavily wrinkled due to age and exposure to the elements. Both men were wearing thin shirts that barely protected them from the sun and wind. The younger man stopped in his tracks upon seeing the grounded boat and set down the water container he was carrying. He removed the straw hat from his head and used it to fan himself as he looked at the boat with interest. The older man merely glanced at the boat and continued to walk past his companion without saying a word. Feeling the rush of air as the older man passed behind him, the younger man replaced his hat, lifted his water container, and followed the older man. After walking silently for a few minutes on the rocky beach, the two men finally reached the edge of the water and started wading towards their own boat - an outrigger with a rectangular sail. A boy sitting in the outrigger was playing with seashells when he noticed the two men walking towards him. He dropped the seashells he was playing with and jumped up and down excitedly, waving his hand while pointing at the grounded boat. "Look! There's a boat that got grounded! " The bo...

The devil behind the mask Veronika McAllister have lived a sad life and a life full of secrets. After the death of her mother during a robbery gone bad, her father blames her for her mother death and her family hates her for reasons she doesn't know. When accepted into Caston college also known as bloodyville because of the series of murders committed by the red ghoul which was later killed in 1990. Now a series of murders is done in the exact manner as the red ghoul the day Veronika stepped into Caston. Are this murders connected to Veronika or has the red ghoul awaken to finish where it left off. *************** Veronika POV I felt calm and at peace as I sat down on the hard wooden floor under my family house porch and stared at the blue lake as the moonlight reflected on it crystal clear surface but still it wasn't enough to distract me from whatever punishment awaited me when they had made their verdict. I have been punished so many times than I could even remember most times I was just grounded. But none of the punishment ever took four hours to be decided and by my family member. I kept wondering if what had happened would be enough to warrant any extreme punishment, this thoughts drifted me back to the day before yesterday when my dad and I arrived at Russia for a family meeting that takes place every two years, were relatives from far and wide gather to discuss how the decisions and the family wealth will be managed and distributed just because we had surplus I mean they could have just discussed with their lawyers, but well my family likes to keep thin...

Diana In The Dark Diana Harrison is the girl's next door but be thankful she doesn't live next door to you. Under her shy pretty girl exterior lives something a lot darker. On the surface, Diana is happy to go lucky senior at university high California. Smart, funny and will laugh at all your bad jokes. She has a strapping boyfriend and a terrific grade point average. She seemed to have everything going for her. But her bold future is teated by a dark fascination with serial killers but that borders on obsession. Although some might find that strange and may not want to invite her to their house party or to the prom she manages to keep her desires a secret. However when a real killer moves to town, her inner and outer worlds begin to collide. A series of strange dreams and some haphazard internet snooping has landed Ditzy Diana in between the sights of the real thing and now she has no choice but to come and see. *************** My high heels tapped on the wet concrete like anxious teeth clacking. It's dark, I'm alone. Scared. It's a good kind of scared. A fear of coming waves of something unexplainable, something inevitable. I've felt it building for so long, and now as I walked the street, alone in the dark, it's all around me like the tropical heat. I picked up the pace, it's a neighborhood I didn't recognize, low slung houses, high fences with glass teeth. Dogs barking in the arid heat of the night. Salsa music played in the distance, muffled shouting in Spanish. I swam through its want, waded through its need. It called to me, it's hunger passed down through what feel like eons. An insatiable hunger. Teeth strain against gums. I tasted blood, and it felt good. I heard a splash, and it's my feet hitting a puddle, it watched, and it waited, the hunger growing. The moon reflected in the puddle, its smile so wide and manic. Those white teeth, sharp and ready, it's just right. Projected on my back, it filled me with that white pure light. Filled every corner, carried me like I was on strings. My steps were weightless and without agency, carried by a wave of lustful righteous anger. His eyes landed on me before I heard his silent voice. I heard a fluttering of dark angel wings. A leathery tightening inside, as it whispered and laughed, it told me to keep going. Told me to be patient even though that's not a word it understands at all. A cool breeze blew through the little hairs ...

Shallows Creek: Requiem Of The Guilty In the town of Shallows Creek paranoia and surperstition run rampant in the populace fueled by the teachings of the church. A killer who can't be traced is targeting the wealthy and powerful causing an uproar in the townsfolk who blame vengeful spirits for these crimes. With no level heads in sight and the constables stumped they call on the service of the peculiar Doctor Kent Lockheart studier of the occult and human anatomy. A victim of superstitious mobs in his youth, he now strives to show the misguided masses that with reason and logic even the unexplained can be explained. With tid bits of humor and plenty of mystery to go around Lockheart must navigate through the dark side of humanity to prove that man is always the monster. *************** The story you're about to read may be disturbing to others, and may make you question some belief's but I assure you it's one worth telling. Along the dark streets and alleys of the town we call Shallows Creek is where our story begins. Night had fallen on the town of Shallows Creek the air was still and the sky starless, the streets empty of life, except for the occasional drunkard stumbling along to find some warmth in a hovel. Along the cobblestone road it is dark with only oil lamps to light the way, through the flickering flames a silhouette can be seen of a cloaked figure fliting in and out of sight making it's way down the path only moving through shadows, moving from one house to another. Till it comes to a stop in front of a large manor, the outside of the manor which was overly lavish especially for the area with tacky lawn décor which dotted the yard in the shape of marble statues sculpted in the form of muscular balding...

A Lovely Girl Turning into a Rat This is a love story shrouded in sadness and horror. Under the abuse of Tibetan Noble Nima's three women, a lovely girl should turn into a big rat within a month… After reincarnation into the modern age, they met each other again... *************** In Autumn Wind Teahouse, a hubbub filled the hall. Ci in a red thin dress was twanging the Chinese lute with her slender fingers and crooning a song, with a white flower in her loose hair. No one cared what she was singing. After the song, she went into a room and rested for a while, and then came out to sing again. The last song she sang was sad, but no one understood her feelings. "The candle has burned right down. The pattern of cannas on the painted screen appears as a blur in the dim light. I dream about my hometown Jiangnan. The green plums in the trees have ripened. I'm playing the flute on a little boat drifting along with the waves in the rain at night. Voices come from the post house near the bridge. Someone is telling his unforgettable story with a local accent." T/N note Jiangnan regions south of the Yangtze River. Ci wandered from Jiangnan to Tange Town. At that time, her hometown suffered from a plague of locusts. There was gloom above and darkness below, with no light from the sun. The locusts flitted about in the air and destroyed all the crops and vegetables. Every time Ci raised her head, she felt frightened because she saw lots of winged insects fluttering. A few days later, she was ravenous and began to eat raw locusts. She chewed the locusts and greenish liquid filled her mouth. She couldn't help but vomit up the locusts, but for survival, she had to force herself to eat them. Afterward, an outbreak of pestilence followed. Villager began to eat carrion and died one after another. The living people ate the dead bodies and after they died, they were eaten by others. Anyway, each human being has to die. ...

IMP He was hunted by some Centuars and Satyrs after he'd breached the orders of the underworld. Then they pursued him till he lost them to a forest. He was found by some of the creatures who he killed. He stayed in the forest for a while till a lady came to the forest. He was surprised to realize that other creatures existed and stole after her till he found a voluptuous village. He returned to his stead (the trunk of a tree) and would go to steal the babies of the inhabitants of the village. He kept on this and travelled to other parts of sewn villages whenever there was no baby to steal anymore. Nemesis caught up with him when it was time for him to be stolen. Ah! He who steal will be stolen. *************** "Urghhh" His heart was in his mouth. He wanted to allow the breath a space. He had been running and needed to rest. He wasn't sure if that was the best time for him to nurse that feeling. The numbers of trees there were beyond expectations. He hadn't thought he was going to see anything close to those. The trees were scattered in spree across the forest and he couldn't awe their undaunted stance. His heart wasn't his anymore. His hoofs were sticky and his chest heavy. There was a rhythmic jive which his reasoning had supplanted. His rage could not sway to it. He looked. There was nothing in sight. The view was clear and dainty dusk was dragging by. He looked up. He saw mists in groups and felt like elevating to touch the recently growing-moody sky. He remembered. That was not the time for the thought. He took few steps backwards and decided to seat by the root of a tree. He tottered towards the tree and had his back to its bark as he slid down on his back down the root. Then he heard the crunching of leaves few steps away. He stood abruptly. He needed to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating. He thought he had lost them. But it did seem as though he had fed himself from the bowl of sapid lies. His back was to ...

Jason Raids Series:Missing FBI Special Agent Jason Raids has his hands full at work, and a lively teenage daughter at home. For now, he thinks he has her where he wants her: under the watchful eye of her aunt. But sometimes, safety is just an illusion. Chrissie is lured out to a night party and is eventually spirited away to no one knows where. Leaving everything behind, Jason is prepared to go all out on the search for his only daughter. But where will he begin? Will he ever find her? *************** "Are you down yet?" Hannah questioned impatiently. "No, I'll soon be. Just a second. (bang) Whoa! I'm down now. This better be worth it. Where the hell are you?" "Just look ahead, across the road." "Okay Okay, I see you." Chrissie quickly pulled off her earpiece and pocketed it. Making sure to switch off her phone, she ran across the semi-deserted road to her friend Hannah, who had just convinced her to escape from home through the window of her room. Hannah had lured her out with the promise of fun and a mighty good time. Chrissie at first was not desirous of getting on the bad side of her aunt, who was the only other person in the house, but her friend had sworn, promised and bet her life on the fact that they would return home before daylight, so her aunt would remain clueless about her late night adventure. She had a lot of love for Hannah and a big fear of Aunt Summer's anger, but after a while, encouraged by Hannah's pleas and attractive promises, she decided to take the risk. By the way, her aunt would be gone in a few days, but Hannah would always remain her friend for life, she reasoned. "Whew, that was one hell of an adventure." Chrissie panted as she came to a stop in front of Hannah. "The adventure is yet to begin, girl." Hannah replied while staring dubiously at her friend. "Why staring at me like that? What are you looking at?" "Well." Hannah shrugged. "You're dressed so churchy. You don't look like someone who's ready to party. Anyway, it don't matter. Get in the car, let's go." Chrissie took one last look at her dress and sighed before sashaying over to the passenger's side. <p class='p_...

THE BUTCHER AND DEATH WORK TELLS THE STORY OF A YOUNG MAN WHO WAS BORN AND LIVED WITH A GIFT THAT WAS HIS GIFT TO SEE AND SPEAK WITH DEATH *************** THIS GIFT WAS GIVEN TO ROSELIO, THE YOUNGEST SON, AND DONA ROSALIA'S LAST ONE, ALREADY 60, UFA, MISTER ROSEVALDO WAS NOT WASTING TIME. RESIDENT OF A RURAL CITY OF CEARA BY NAME ERERÉ, A MICRO REGION COVERED BY CAATINGAS, WITH A SEMI-ARID CLIMATE. BECAME MUNICIPAL IN 1987, ITS CLIMATE WAS ALREADY CONSIDERED THE DRYEST IN THE WORLD. RED LITTLE LAND, ALI LIVED LORD ROSEVALDO, LADY ROSALINA, AND HIS SIX CHILDREN, ROSILDO ROSVALDO, ROMILDO, ROSCRECIO, ROSILDA AND ROSELIO. THEY LIVED IN A SITE OF SMALL RENTALS, WHERE THE PIGS WERE CREATED, A HEAD OF OX AND COWS. <p class=' ...

Identically Twins It's about twins. *************** Kwakuse mpondo zankomo unaSpha ethi uvuka nje uyofakela umlingani wakhe amanzi okugeza, kanti akabuzange langeni ukuthi uyothi uma ephakama abengo hlanga bezana nebonda ngoku shaywa ngoku bethwa ngusa Spha ngenhlanekela. Yisikhathi bani lesi? Kubuza usekaSpha! Yikhona kubethe lesihlanu baba usho ngapho zihlengezi nyembezi, ngakushela ngathi ubongifakela ngasiphi sikhathi? Ngelesine Khabazela, kahlehle inkinga yakho Mashenge yini, manje uthi sengiyo hamba ngidleni emsebenzini, angani kukhona ukudla okuseli zolo baba, (ehwaqa) ungangisheli ngensalela zezolo wena sikhaliyane ndini, awuzizwa nokuthi uyabhibhidla njela, Wake wakubona phi ukuthi umuntu ethi elobole kwanga sala leyodwa lokhu, abe ngodliswe okuwu msalelwa khona waku zwaphi wena lokhu? "Ubiza bani ngekhishi Khabazela?" (Esho edinwa unaSpha), ngisho wena kanti ubani omunye engikhuluma naye la? Kunjalo nje angazi nakuthi lamawele ngawami na noma akuwona wami, kunje ngiyazisola ngoku ngalaleli abadala bekhuluma, al...

Rage Of Whispers On a cold Monday of November 2006, seven friends found themselves in front of a bloody crime scene, that weaved a future, were one is crazy, one is full of regret, one is presumed dead, one keeps a dark secret and one with a broken but unbeating heart. Follow the tale of seven childhood friends and two psychiatrist as they undergo an emotional and paranormal roller-coaster to unravel and understand what consequence, regret, true love and descent into madness truly means. *************** A shrill blood curdling scream, that's what brought it to consciousness. It lay still, stubborn and indifferent. It tried to pry its eyes open but couldn't, it tried to close its eyes but failed. Its sight consumed by darkness, not even aware that the eyes it believed to have had no longer existed. What the hell, it thought, and for a brief moment, it tried to relax—yet once again failed. It felt its heart thumping so fast, it vibrated like a trumpet on its head.So it reached out to its chest hoping to meet its rhythm, but found none. It felt hallow, empty, it felt nothing for there is nothing.In its dark paradise it lay motionless again, too stunned to accept what it has become.Another scream echoed inside the void. It craned its imaginary head towards its left and then right, up and then down. It's calling, calling once more.I know that voice, it said to itself, but unsure how to respond.ScreamingPleadingPantingThose sounds kept repeating like a broken record, only louder by every passing second. "What?" It replied, after convincing itself that the sound asked for its name, more like begged."What?" it asked again, and in an instant, it felt a tremendous amount of pain, leaving its body, if it even had one, pulled in every direction. Swirling, stretching, kneading, sinking, bouncing. It tried to scream but couldn't. Suddenly, a flash of light filled its dark abyss, and then everything went still, motionless.Ahhh... It sighed in realizationSmirking using its nonexistent mouth, now I remember it whispered.Towards the light it moved, floated or slithered it did not know, but there towards the light it needs to go."Meet you" It kept whispering ov...

Ghost Of Your Memories It's either do or die, what would you choose? Zoe Amethyst is a clever, and brave girl. That's what they describe her. Something already happened that makes Zhian Azrael haunted by the Ghost of the memories. What will happen to them? The choices are both risky, it's either your life or your sanity. Just choose one, and be wise in choosing, because you might regret it in the end. A group of students will help him to investigate, and they will determine if it's a crime or a suicide. All of a sudden, they will suffer horrible things and memories of the past. They will use the memories and the things that the normal people's eye can't see. Ghost of your memories can be tricky, anyone can reminisce, and everyone has a memory. Face your fears! Welcome to reality! The novel, Ghost Of Your Memories is all about students who have different experiences, and perspectives in life. Different reasons, and different skills to handle the situation. *************** Blood, your cowardliness can lead you to your insanity.“Sir, do you know her?” I nodded. The policeman asked me a lot of questions about her. “What are you doing here in her apartment?” the police officer interrogated. “I just want to visit her and check if she is still fine.” My hands start to tremble. It was my fault. “Uhm, what was your relationship to her? Are you the friend of Miss Zoe?” I can't look away from her body hanging in the ceiling with the blood on her wrist. She ended her life. What will happen if I choose to be with her all the time? I know she can handle the pain if I stay with her. I left her and I regret it.  Their cameras continued to flash and the media were already here.   I was left dumbfounded.   “Sir Zhian Azrael, you can go home now, we will continue to ask you some questions tomorrow morning,” the police said once again.    Three hours had passed, while I'm watching the advertising on the TV, the news started. It's all about her, Zoe Amethyst, my lady.   I'm sorry, that's the only word that I can say to her. It feels like something was stabbing my heart. My professor messages me that I can take a break from school. “Zhian do you understand?”    “Huh?” I gasped. I forgot that I'm with my mother. “I said, just keep quiet and don't tell them any information that you know about Zoe Amethyst.”  “But Mom—” she cut me off immediately. “Just listen to me! It's for your own sake!” She shouted. I sighed. “You are a writer, remember?” I nodded as a sign of my answer. “Zoe Amethyst can ruin your life! listen to me, please, I am your mother,” she said with a serious, blank expression. “You're wrong Mo...

The Slave Incarnate Samaira loves Devyansh. He resorts to black magic and devil worship. He had everything, name, fame, riches etc…all that he needed except the one. What was the one he was searching for? Nobody knew except a few. They formed his core group of confides. There was nothing about love that ever came between them. But they still had a story together, a love story. It was one sided love, though. He had a plan which she couldn't figure out when at her last thought, the world slipped beneath her feet. His world, a creation of his deception and black magic housed her for a long time, leaving her with many questions unanswered. He did not have any weapon to kill but he still managed to damage her mind, body and reputation beyond any repair. By deception, he created a bad world for her. A world full of greed, lust, anger, betting, prostitution, penchant for gold and foul smell. A magical world of illusions inhabited by tantric practices and other-worldly norms. Waiting for her release from the magical den, she is cribbed, cabined and confined. It is no peaceful place but a haven contaminated with all things bad and abound with negative energies. Samaira has travelled past dimensions of time and space for a purpose - to lead her life with the anti-social elements of the Universe. Who are these anti-social elements? How will she lead her life with them? What do they want from her? Will they succeed? Was she an ordinary mortal or an Incarnation? *************** "The scriptures speak about the last descent. Riding a white horse armed with all the mightiest and powerful weapons of the universe, he is known to descend on time. Kalki, the final incarnation is yet to descend on earth". Devyansh reads the excerpt with pride. "She has come and she is the last incarnation of the almighty", he murmured. "She is not his favourite but she is needed by him. Her father needs her comfort. Samaira, is the only special heart that holds the secret to everyone's happiness. She is a magician's doll or a miracle herself! She is a necromancer's life". Known to be a wanderlust, Devyansh never settled for peace. His yearning for something grew stronger than before, as the days passed by. His dreams manifested his desires and soon he was found wanting for more. He once thought - "I should visit a psychiatrist". His visits weren't frequent. The psychiatrist advised him proper rest and good sleep...

Twins This story talks about twins lifestyle. *************** Kwakuse mpondo zankomo unaSpha ethi uvuka nje uyo fakela umlingani wakhe amanzi okugeza, kanti akabuzange langeni ukuthi uyothi uma ephakama nje abengo hlanga bezana nebonda ngoku shaywa noku bethwa ngusa Spha nge nhlanekela. Yisikhathi bani lesi? Kubuza useka Spha! Yikhona kubethe lesihlanu baba usho ngapho zihlengezi nyembezi, ngakushela ngathi ubongi fakela ngasiphi sikhathi? Ngele sine Khabazela, kahlehle inkinga yakho Mashenge yini, manje uthi sengiyo hamba ngidleni emsebenzini, angani kukhona ukudla okuseli zolo baba, (ehwaqa) ungangi sheli ngensalela zezolo wena sikhaliyane ndini, awu zizwa nokuthi uyabhibhidla nje la, Wake wakubona phi ukuthi umuntu ethi elobole kwanga sala leyodwa lokhu, abe ngodliswe okuwu msalelwa khona waku zwaphi wena lokhu? "Ubiza bani ngekhishi Khabazela?" (Esho edinwa unaSpha), ngisho wena kanti ubani omunye engikhuluma naye la? Kunjalo nje angazi nakuthi lamawele ngawami na noma akuwona wami, kunje ngiya zisola ngoku ngalaleli abadala b...

My Last valentine Sandra and Xanvier decided to have a fresh start at Milan, but they made sure to keep their job... Xanvier bought a house, unknown to him, it was haunted... Will this new change be a great idea or not, find out *************** Sandra's pov. I picked up my phone to continue recording my trip on a live post I made on Instagram. Xanvier; my boyfriend and I decided to have a fresh start in the city of Milan, a place far away from Mexico- Our country. Xanvier had just gotten a new job at TK designer  associate while I was offered a partnership deal with a fashion line as a model. "Hello, my beloved fans". I waved and smiled at the camera as I spunned it around, making sure I captured the tall trees hanging over our car, the old, rusty mail boxes on the road side, and the dirt, and gravel road ahead. "It's time for a fresh start. Guess where we are?  Yes, Milan!!!". "I and my boyfriend are going to begin a new life here, and you'll be...'" Boom!!! My phone slipped off and my long hair Cascaded around the glove compartment as the car abruptly halted. "What the heck happened?". I asked, feeling slightly disoriented. " Erm... Must have b ...

Jason Raids Series:My Friend The Enemy Jason Raids thought he was out of the FBI for good. But when a convoy is attacked and the culprit is a close friend of his, the Bureau reaches out to him for help. Convinced there's more to the situation than meets the eye, Jason sets out on his own to discover the true motive behind the attack. For what reason does a patriot turn into a barbarian? Is his friend really the enemy? *************** The atmosphere was bright and friendly, the beach white and sandy. The general ambience of the place was cool and chatty. It was the time and place for pleasure, nothing else. All guards except the involuntary ones were to be let down and fun must be had, like Chrissie would say, till heaven falls. It had been over a year, almost two years since Jason Raids left the FBI. He packed his bags, grabbed his daughter and disappeared to Miami, Florida. He had put in his time for country and humanity at large, without seeking any special reward. But now, he had to put in the rest of his time for his daughter and himself. Speaking of his daughter, she was swimming right in front of him, not more than 15 meters or so away. He smiled as he watched her perfect a style he had recently taught her. She had grown fully into a woman, that much he could see. And the boys would soon come calling at his door. As a matter of fact, right now, he could see a lot of greedy stares being directed her way, but these were not the kind of guys he wanted for his princess. Of course she would have to choose her mate herself, but he would prefer she choose someone far better than himself at that age. He could remember that he was one of such guys back then when he met Alyssa, Chrissie's mother. Both families, due to mutual dislike, were far from comfortable with the match, but they got married anyway. When Chrissie was born, the tension level fell drastically. Like football, the little angel served as an object of general love and adoration. Finally, everyone had something in common. But a heavy blow came when Alyssa died, from heart related issues, even before Chrissie turned one. The division came slowly but surely. Everyone wanted custody of Chrissie, but she could only be with one person: her father. The division became more bitter when Jason took total possession of the child and then, everyone took ...

Villa The holiday turned into a dreadful one. When they enter a room they shouldn't be!. Repeat events that have happened before. Will they be safe? Or are they the ones who will pick up death like the others??. "Charlie !!!" "Nadine!! No!! Hold on!!" "Cheline, Where are you??" "Rico? H-help me..." "Reza...Watch out!!!" "Arghh... Michele" "Marchel ?? W where are you? Hiks...Im scared..." "Fathia...I do not will let you die" *************** Rico walked into the cafeteria with a big smile, he turned his head left and right—looking for someone, much like a lost child. After he found the person he was looking for, Rico immediately shouted, "Charlie Heaton?! Treat noodles !!" "Uhuukk uhuukkk." And succeeded in making Charlie choke. Nadine who sat beside Charlie immediately gave him a glass of water and patted Charlie's back lightly. Isn't it crazy that Rico's position is only a few steps from the entrance, while Charlie is sitting at the long table at the back. You can imagine how Rico's voice echoed in the cafeteria, the other children even glared at Rico with murderous eyes, but Rico doesn't care, he still has his trademark annoying grin, you bastard! There's no shame in that kid. "Eh bastard! You want to kill me huh?!" Charlie glared at Rico who was running towards him. How come his cousin has a boyfriend like Rico? It is questionable. <p class='p_...

(THE PSYCHO ANGEL) I can remove your grief; I can erase your fears; I can ease your pain because I am God’s angel, and I believe that he sent me to a mission and that is to end people's pain; I am Helena, A religious woman, and I can help you end your pain by bringing it back to the Lord. With the help of my boyfriend named Echo, the man that I love and trust most. We accomplished our mission well, but everything came to an end when Brother Ven. A born again Christian. Didn’t believe in my mission. He asked a psychiatrist to help me from my delusional mind because of the dark past that I’ve had. He told the psychiatrist named Dr Castelo; A psychiatrist who has a dark secret, that I have a mental illness. So join me in my journey and discover by yourself if I am God’s angel or a sick psychopath? Who is Echo in my life? And how can my psychiatrist help me if she has a dark secret kept hidden? *************** I am running from the man who is running after me. I don’t know who he is, and I don’t even have an idea why he is chasing me. I am so scared it seems that I’ve done him wrong. He is holding a vase while chasing me, his eyes staring at me, telling me that he wants to hurt me or, worse, kill me. I don’t know what to do because I am so scared and I want to scream, but there is no voice coming from me. So I keep on running even though I don’t know where to go, and he keeps on chasing. The thunder roars so loud that I can’t even hear my heartbeat; I am breathing heavily, praying that I hope someone will rescue me, but I know there is no one, only me and myself. He is not a robber, and he doesn’t want anything but me. I tried to open the door and windows, but I don’t know why I couldn’t open it; it seems that he locked it from outside, and how did he do it? I don’t have an idea. I went inside my room and picked the ballpen I found on the table beside the bed to use as my weapon if he saw me and hurt me. Even there is no assurance that it would save me from him. I hide under my bed, with my heart can’t stop beating fast because I am afraid and I can’t even breathe. The thunder continuously roars, but this time with lightning, pieces of information can see his shadow from under the bed. If he’s near, I can also hear him whistling as if he’s so calm while I’m in fear. I can also hear his footsteps and still whistling and holding the vase that I know he will use to smash me in the head. He stopped in front of me, still searching where I was hiding. I know he already has an idea where I am hiding because he looks so chill; He is just playing around like a cat trying to catch a mouse or like a tiger trying to play with his food before he eats it. He is not even talking or moving objects. I saw him getting something from his pocket, and it was a lighter and a cigarette. He lit the cigarette and started smoking while I was still under the bed, thinking about how ...

The Slasher Two brother's with a big plan, one which involves getting vonourable girls up onto stage to take part in a live crucifixion. Laila and her friends go down to the Sphinx nightclub on a Saturday night not realising that Laila is in fact the next victim for the live crucifixion. Even though all does not go to the way that the brothers plan the act it all goes to well. Laila wakes the next morning in a flat she can't recall as her own next to a man she doesn't even know. Laila's disappearance and re-appearance at the flat is soon discovered when Ging turns up at the flat telling her of their intentions. She refuses them of this pleasure only to be told that she will have no choice in doing so. A week passes and Ging finally gets what he wants Lailah up on stage for the live crucifixion. Laila soon gets involved with Hail but will all go drastically wrong in this love affair as Ging plans their next move. Laila despite of Hail's broken promise of her freedom is blackmailed yet again into something a lot different than the stage act, but of a home movie full of blood and sex. Ging's big idea goes drastically wrong when Laila over hears them and slips out of the flat to find the truth behind The Slasher. When Hail discovers this he is angered and shows Ging who is equally displeased with her. Laila tried to run, but Hail stops her and tries to finish what he had started, but Ging convinces him otherwise and they flea the flat taking a limp Laila with them, but where? This is the first of four of The Slasher I think it will keep the watcher on the edge of their seat it is very grew some and bloody and a start to what is to come of the three individuals on their journey together. *************** It’s Saturday night and a new rockers club has just opened ‘The Sphinx.’ A new head line act were playing Crucifix a Goth band consisting of a lead guitarist, a base guitarist, a drummer and a lead vocalist. Who dressed head to toe in black, his face looking similar to that of Marylin Manson black make up spread across it, black painted nails, and biker boots. Teenagers flocked outside the club by the hundreds, but only a few out of every hundred got let in. They all sandwiched onto the dance floor. The lights dimmed a main beam shone on the stage across onto the band which introd. The lead vocalist entered onto the stage dressed head to toe in black. He began to sing as they revealed a six foot crucifix stood on the stage a dark haired male plastered in makeup pulled out a knife slashing the innocent girl he had got to take part in the crucifixion. Tw...