Sometimes just a word or sentence said by somebody holds unbelievable value in your life but what if till the point that they turn into nightmares?People might think I have gone crazy or lost my mind but I know it's not true because the dreams of the people who once lived whisper to me every night about 'The Dreams of The Dead'​​​​​​​

Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting ?

If someone asks me how I want to die it will be in a unsolved mystery to which even the night fades in comparison

This is a book of short thriller stories.

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Wrote this a while back, felt it would make a good first post.

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Tony finally had the courage to ask out Zoe, a girl that he has liked for a while. To him, she is the most beautiful and amazing person that he has ever gotten the chance to meet. But is she really who he thinks she is?

This is a co-written story between me and my friend, Dakota Quarrie, and was originally published on Wattpad.

Eric and I are the perfect couple. The young, strong, will-be soldier and the pretty blonde girlfriend by his side. Homecoming prince and princess. Children of the Empire. With everything stretching out for us to conquer and subdue.

Except we don’t want to conquer. We want to liberate.

And so, by the darkness of the night, we make our way out across the threshold of Eric’s vast house. And we step into our new beginning.

Through the forest. Through the river. Beyond the horizon. To the place of our destiny.

Azania was sixteen. And she couldn’t take it anymore. She had spent her childhood lonely, spent it terrified, spent it desperate, spent it aching. The only adults in her life were the people who saw her as nothing but a tool to exploit and use. She was told over and over and over again that she was nothing and no-one and she didn’t matter. The only people in her life who cared about her were fellow slave-children and she barely ever got to see them at all. She needed freedom. Escape. She was willing to do anything for it.

And she wasn’t the only one. All over the city people were being exploited. People were being forced to work under impossibly degrading conditions and live in abject poverty. People were silenced. Stifled. And they were longing for escape.

The Forest was beyond the edges of the city. It was a place of magic and miracles. It was a place of hope and freedom and rebirth. But getting there was next to impossible.

Within the Forest the wolves howled. Azania emerged from the water. And she wasn’t the only one. And she wouldn’t be the only one. Who she met changed her life forever.

————This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

You're a girl. A girl with coal-black hair. You're alive. And the way you feel, trapped in a destiny you didn't choose, makes you yearn for any kind of escape, even death. He has feathers blacker than the night sky. And he makes you feel something more, something better than alive. He makes you feel free.

An orphan girl. Forced to live and work with people who see her as less than human. Forced to sell her human dignity to get by. A pair of storm-filled eyes in a sea of overcast pupils. A bowed head in an ocean of fearful worshippers. The ones who were in practice the gods of this world didn't see her. They drowned themselves in excesses as all flawed gods do. They stepped over the heads of mortals, humans and demigods alike, to get what they wanted. Our protagonist is losing hope. Then she meets a woman with blood smeared all over her mouth and running down her chin.

First off. This is the link to the website I borrowed the image from. https://tappedout.net/mtg-decks/zombie-horde-co-op-magic/

what do you do in a world where humans are no longer on the top of the food chain, and death meets you at every turn? How will this one family continue to survive? Follow their story to find out. (Description may change again in the future)

There are ghost stories of the monsters, folk tales describing hideous creatures hunting for blood. Edith never believed any of the stories. She was a child of science, her father one of the only doctors around. She grew up traveling the wastelands seeing things that taught her the world was scarier than folk tales.

But then she sees it. And there's no turning back as she's shoved into a world where monsters are alive and breathing; a world where her science might not be able to protect her from the horrors that a crippled world intends to hide.