Runaway (DarkiplierXReader) Chapter 5*********(FINAL)*********Runaway (DarkiplierXReader) Chapter 511 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What do you want?!" You asked, becoming infuriated beyond anything you have ever felt before.
"Ma'am we are here to take you back home to your family, and to get this creep out of here." One of the officers stated.
"What if I don't wanna go home!" You yelled, "Well then we'll have to take you by force." He stated pulling a tazer from his belt.
Just as he did so Dark disappeared into a puff of black smoke and reappered behind the officer, he grabbed him and vanished again, and he did so again and again until all the officers were removed from the cabin.
After they were all gone he walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, "You alright?" He asked, you nodded, "Why are they after us like this?" You asked, Dark shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe your parents love you more than you think." He stated.
"But I love you more than they ever could." He whispered, kissing your forehead, you hear another knock at the door, Dark turned his head to the door, th
Townlore: Chapter ITownloreTownlore: Chapter I21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(PART ONE: SPRING & SUMMER)
The Red Ghosts
The colour red.
That’s one of the things that I can remember so vividly from that morning. As I recall correctly, everything seemed to be bathed in it: the floorboards, the walls, and even my own flesh were all absolutely covered by it. It wasn’t a deep, bright kind of red; the sort of bold shade that blood has. Instead, it was washed and soft; both warm and tranquil. If anything, I’d say that it suited my current state of mind, as of that morning I was no longer neither sick, nor weak.
I hadn’t seen a sunrise in what felt like a very long time, so it stood out as being even more special to me. I remember that day so vividly; it doesn’t feel like it’s been a year at all. It was the final few hours before my big move; my awaited step in my life which I’d greatly anticipated ever since I’d lost my father. I was movi
Run Little LambYou’re alone, betrayed and broken by all around you. Every word a twist of the knife in your back, and a fire searing the soul. Run little lamb; run screaming into the black woods where monsterous beings await. A giant wolf prowls through the dead trees desiring vengeance searching for his next meal. A giant dark rook sits atop on the trees casting judgment, nothing breathes beneath his shadow.Run Little Lamb22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is where you belong little lamb, amidst the gnarled thorny path and bleak stones. Where nothing good grows and every shadow welcomes you with sharp teeth and clutching claws. The spider that dwells here spins her web and sings a haunting melody as she drags in those she catches in her netting to greet them with a poisonous kiss. The mad boar with a scarred hide and obsidian tusks that sunder stone and rend flesh wanders in brooding anger waiting to charge, waiting to thrash about to break the world.
This is where those of your nature call for justice. The hedonistic goat that tends to
Fear the Deep, chapter 1: Have you ever wondered?Chapter 1: Have you ever wondered?Fear the Deep, chapter 1: Have you ever wondered?2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Have you ever wondered why most humans fear the darkness of the underworld and the depths of the oceans? That religions claim that while gods resides in the skies only demons live below us?
And now ask yourself, what if there is a reason for this? Because I know there is. I know that this fear is an inheritance from our past, a past all but forgotten by the passing of eons, a past when ancient man knew well to fear the deep places of the earth.
And how do I know this? Because this evil never died. It is ancient beyond imagining, ancient enough to remember this, and almost as ancient is its hatred against humanity. Yet it has servants, for there are some men who do not fear the deep. Indeed, they are drawn to it, like moths drawn to a flame, albeit this flame is a dark and terrible one.
Most of them do not know why, for how could humanity remember the time of the wars with the darkdwellers? That when their horde was scattered by powers fighting to prot
Nightmares part 16Halls of the tunnel leaked water, moss grew thick, on the walls and ground, like walking on a soft carpet of wool. It was dingy - smelt of copper, mold and melting flesh. Plugging my nose for the better, Alex seemed not disturb by this smell at all, like as he is used to it.Nightmares part 1618 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Farther down the hall, tripping fallen on top of corpse, weeks old, decaying. Jumping up freaking, my heart pounding hard whipping every inch of my body. The face was sunken in, eyes gone, hair thinning. My breathing was heavy looking at this person, dead and rotting alone. Alex made single with his hand to keep moving: Walking away, I kept looking back, as it faded into the distance, the smell still burnt into my nose of moldy socks mixed in sliver, made my eyes water, burning my tear ducts. Just reminds me how we turn into those creatures, you get a drop of its blood in your mouth or skin contact, after awhile of wait for a day, you body and mind degeneration, turn into fiction come true, you start to smell rotte
Outlandish - Chapter 7C 7 - About Finally Living A LifeOutlandish - Chapter 719 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Honestly, I feel a lot better. I was able to find someone to embrace. Alice helped me, and I feel like I can smile. Time passe by and really, I feel like… Tomorrow, I think I am going to hug her. Hug very long, and very tightly. Saying thanking is not enough.
The times just before the Christmas holidays came along, and with it the time to celebrate. Alice had two weeks off from work and Rachel did not spend any time writing for her work. They spent a lot of time together, talking and joking with each other. Alice hadn’t talked with any of her work friends since Rachel moved in, and she hadn’t spent any time outside of work doing things without Rachel.
While it could not be said that they did not get along before, in fact they were best friends, very few would have predicted that things would turn out the way they did. Including Rachel and Alice, but both of them were fine the way things were. Rachel offered to pay Alice
Outlandish - Chapter 6Ch 6 - About Having Moved On And ForgettingOutlandish - Chapter 619 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And things turned out both unexpectedly and not. Time passes quickly and I stay with Alice in her apartment. She told me to bring my stuff over and really, I could’ve practically moved in with her by now. It has started snowing, actually, and it’s been a while now, but in the end I guess it is quite nice here with her, Even though I didn’t get the answers I asked for. I am still waiting for them, but I guess I can wait.
December rolled forward, with snow and crisp cold air. Alice had done what she could: She had called Ida to help her, she had called journalists and for a while considered hiring a private detective. Why? She didn’t really know. Rachel’s plead for help was stuck in her own mind. She herself had long let go of Jonathan Chesire and all those things. Stuck with those weird times was only her friends: Ida and Rachel. Other than that she lived a proper life, with a real job and a real car
Outlandish Chapter 5Ch 5 - About Rachel Getting HelpOutlandish Chapter 519 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alice said she’d help me, at least I think she did. I would say that I am slowly being able to let go of him, but I am still left in this shady valley of thorns and withered roses… but from the clouds Alice’s hand comes along. Light pink nail-polish and flawless tender fingers. At least, that is how I saw it. Perhaps I am not out of the darkness yet, but to be honest… I am reaching towards her hand too, because at least I see a light now.
Alice’s apartment was more open and large than Rachel’s. Instead of the narrow entryway and small rooms that Rachel’s, it was a lot of white and open spaces. You could see the kitchen from the living-room, for example. One bedroom, a kitchen and a bathroom, with a large open space for living-room (with a corner of it dedicated as an office). Alice was better off than Rachel, not to say that Rachel was living poorly, but she was after all a freelance writer that dr
Outlandish - Chapter 4Ch 4 - About Asking For Help And Being A ChildOutlandish - Chapter 419 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jonathan meant a lot to me. He made me who I am, in his own caring yet smart way. I won’t ever forget the day he came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, after the other kids had been mean to me. I guess in a way I broke every rule that day. “Don’t walk with strangers,” and things like that. But it turned out for the good in the end, I think. I got friends, I got a family; although I already had one. I want to know what happened to him, I really do. Which is why I called Alice. She’s clever, I am not. I can not manuever the world the same way she can, so I am going to ask her for help. I mean, help with finding out what happened to Jonathan Cheshire. Nothing else.
Seven PM arrived, as it was bound to do. After her call with Alice, Rachel washed herself, dressed herself in a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants and made her way to the cafe. She “washed” herself by splashing some water
Outlandish - Chapter 3 About Work, Ida and AliceCh 3 - About Work, Ida and AliceOutlandish - Chapter 3 About Work, Ida and Alice19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I think I might overestimated my own ability to anchor myself into reality. All I do is think, think and think. But I never reach any conclusion. I just walk by myself, sit by myself -- cry by myself… I looked through my old storybooks. I wasn’t alone then. even in my mind I had friends. Imaginary, yes, but at least I had company. What has it come to? I long for the time when nonexistent hands touched mine… at least it was better than no hands.
Rachel’s source of income was writing articles for online newspapers. As a freelance writer she was able to work on her own times, but she didn’t make a lot of money. Enough to pass by as it was. Though, after Jonathan passed away she did not have the same amount of inspiration or general motivation to write. Before her beloved mentor died she did have another way of making money together with Alice and the group. It wasn’t anything particularly bad or anything th