BluGoddess

At this very exact moment, there was nothing but you, him, the Moon, and the Fear. Oh, the Fear. Fear slithered up your spine with its tendrils of darkness, whispering the most horrifying things into your ear- violating every second of safety you had ever felt in your entire lifetime. You felt as though terror was swallowing you whole. Possessing you. And, to be honest, you didn't mind. After all, cowering in front of your childhood friend... you didn't mind at all. "Not even a hug?" You managed to croak out, your stomach still bleeding from his scalpel. You had given up on screaming, and the scarlet liquid was seeping through your [colo

James POV I noticed Shade fell asleep in my arms and decided I was going to take her to my cell. I didn't want either Jack's coming in and groping her. When I get to my cell I noticed it was empty. 'Good. He wont think anything when he sees Shadow here.' I think. I put her on my bed and layed down next to her. I her sleep she wimpered and reached over with her hand. I smiled and held her hand. She always does this when she sleeps. I layed on my side and hugged her to my body, holding her securely but loosely. After a few minutes of watching her and petting her head I feel asleep also. Jeff POV I was walking around when I got back to my cel

Chapter 14 {Reader’s POV}         Birdsong filled the air as I stepped outside, a warm breeze ruffling my hair. Sunlight filtered through the thick canopies of leaves above us, and a smile flashed across my lips as I inhaled the air, savoring the various scents of the woods around me. It had been more than a week since I’d last been outside, and the fresh air felt and tasted amazing.         “Come on,” Jack said, snapping me out of my reverie, and I nodded as I quickly followed him. After changing out of our night clothes, Jack had grabbed a backpack and led me outside. I paused as we passed Buddy’s pickup tru

Bloody Painter remake on 2017→ https://delucat.deviantart.com/art/2017-Story-of-Bloody-Painter-Creepypasta-Origina-707297739 =========== a story about 1994 School Massacre. . . . This is Helen, 14 years old. His dark circles feel as if he has never slept enough. He doesn’t care about his messy black hair, since he doesn’t like to put too much effort on tidying himself up; it’s unnecessary. His seat is at the back of the classroom, next to the window; he always sits there drawing quietly, as it is like everything to him. He doesn’t like to socialize with people, making him a lonely one. There was a person bein

YOUR POV Throughout class, you couldn't stop feeling a pair of black eyes staring at you from behind. It was intimidating and made you feel extremely anxious. You also didn't know why, of all people, you had to be the one to show him around campus. But apparently, you were deemed worthy because you were the one who sat the closest to him and it would be convenient for you to talk to him and get to know him more. According to your friend, she said you were extremely lucky to show such a hot guy around campus. To you, however, he was more intimidating than hot. Actually, you're not even attracted to him one bit. (A/N: OR SO YOU THOUGHT BAWAHHA