

my second storyKnock knock knock Three loud bangs on the door resonated through the cramped apartment like gunshots. Silence.my second story
Knock knock...knock
Jolted from sleep, Tylers head shot up off of his computer keyboard, his head slamming against the lamp hung behind him. Beams of red, green, and yellow light twisted and darted around the walls from behind the stained-glass lamp shade. Tyler P., this is the FBI. Please open the door. Tyler sat silently, hearing only his computers soft whirring, as it booted up from sleep mode after he woke up. Open the door now sir, or we wil


the start of my first storyChapter 1the start of my first story
She looked at her grave and wondered,
"Am I dead? but she already knew the answer, the gaping lacerations across her wrists confirmed it. Her hair was still dripping slightly from the bathtub's bloody water, and she was still wearing her purple prom dress; the same dress she wore as she waited to be picked up by her date who never came. "Where am I?" she asked, her voice trembling. The cemetery surrounding her was covered in a fog so thick that sound was muted by it. The cold wind bit at her bare arms, causing her to shiver instinctively, even though she couldnt feel it. Looking around, she noticed no


razorblades and cigarettesThree amazing years Over in a day All because I didnt know what to say. You moved on Im still here Id do anything if you would stay. My broken heart, My bleeding soul, Pain for pain I try to fill this hole. Blood replaces tears, Cigarettes for smiles, My deepest fear of losing you Has now become reality. I cant eat, sleep, or laugh without you, I know its pathetic, but its true. I cant blame you though, He is a really good guy But seeing you two together makes me break down and cry. He canrazorblades and cigarettes


PopularityThey laugh and dance keep a smile for those who watch but the emptyness burns makes them cry themselves to sleep when nobody is lookingPopularity
Passionate kisses with those they hardly know inviting beautiful strangers into their beds just to resolve their own loneliness but instead it makes them more lonely and even more empty inside
they surround themselves with people who laugh at everything they say who agree with every opinion fake friends to pretent they're not alone
So desperately they want to be rescued looking for someone who
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"Just because the beauty of humanity fades, does not mean that it no longer exists"
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VANITY... devil's favourite sin
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