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I stare blankly at my face in the mirror. I don’t want to go to the ball, but my mom would kill me if she found out that I was planning on skipping. I take a deep breath. Maybe I don’t have to skip? After all, what are the chances the prince of Hearts would choose me? I shudder at the thought of the prince. Nobody else seems to notice the evil lacing his eyes, the way that he stares at everyone like he is planning their murder, and most of all, nobody could know the way he looked at me. Longingly. Nope, nope. Not going to think about that.I ...
NOTE; this is a sequel to my story ghost of a girl, as requested, but you can read it as a standalone. There is also a reference to a story by Kate Winchester (Anything but elementary), check her out. It also has themes of self-harm, suicide, and murder. Otherwise, enjoy!4/12/25Dear diary,I think I am a great actor. I really did do a great job at the funeral. Some idiots even cried at my speech. People aren't the best detective. Or maybe it is that I am just such a good actor.Iris has always been an enigma. Popular, hot, and caring. Adored b...
This story contains themes mentions of self harm, and assumed sex. Without further adue or however the fuck you spell that word, enjoy!The funeral is dreary, akin to the birthday party of a depressed emo girl. The rain is pouring down on the guests, as if the weather itself is weeping. I, on the other hand, am sulking in the corner staring at my dead body in the coffin. Now, I just want to make it clear. I am not sulking because I’m dead, though that is a slight annoyance. No, I am sulking because whoever chose the décor clearly is either bl...
Hiya, this story includes some mentions of self harm and suicide and implied DEATH so please enjoy! The backpack is heavy on my back, my focus only on the phone in my hand. Caster: Sorry Ali, have to drop out, my parents saw some article about a serial killer that lives close by. Have fun for me and please don't die I stare at it for a moment before huffing indignantly. The nerve. Well, who knows? Maybe I will make new friends at whatever this summer camp is for. Music? Yeah, music. I know Caster only suggested it because he knows how much ...
*THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF A DIY CORDECTOMY*Don't read if you have a fear of me sneaking into your housein the middle of the night to steal your vocal chords (;I am so fucking pissed off. My one skill, and she is already as good at it, if not better? No, pissed off doesn't even begin to cover my emotions. I am annoyed with the universe. And her. Sofia. She makes me look like an asshole, probably because I am an asshole, but whatever.it wasn't always like this. She was and still is my best friend, mainly because she is one of the sweete...
The car crash was brutal and painful. I knew I wouldn't survive the moment that I died. I know that this sounds kind of counter intuitive and obvious, but bear with me.I am actually dead. I know what you're thinking. Addy, have you gone insane? Yes, yes, I have. I have been insane for a while now, but that is beside the point. When I say I am dead, I do not mean it in a metaphorical sense. I mean it literally. I have been dead for thirteen years, twelve days, and twenty-three hours. That is a lie. I only know the number of years, but I just ...
This story contains themes of suicide, self-harm, and sexual abuse. With that noted, please enjoy <33/31/2025Look, I know I am just a character. It's not necessarily that the sick bastard who decided to bring me into existence has appeared and been like "Yeah, sorry about making a character where I decided to test murphy's laws to the fullest of its extent". I wish. That would insinuate whoever wrote me cares about my well-being. That is bullshit.No, I know that I am a character because there is no fucking way that someone's life could po...
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