Well..I guess I am not realy good at Schreiben stories..but I Liebe doing it so I guess I can post one short story here~~~
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which Du can never forget. No matter how much Du try they stuck in your head unwilling to set Du free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them Mehr than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my Sekunde shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch me. They though that if they came closer I would scream. After some time even my parents were afraid to reach out for me. I always locked up myself in my room, staying awake as much as could. Because the sane me was afraid to sleep. I was afraid that one Tag the insane me, my shadow, my alter-ego would take over me. The walls of my room became my diary and notebook. With a pitch-black marker I always wrote a sick nightmare of mine. These nightmares were all so bloody, so disturbing. I thought that Von Schreiben them on the walls I would somehow be able to release them from my body. Giving my pain to somebody else. At the age of fourteen people started calling me freak and psycho. They yelled at me. I became every bully's attraction. And one Tag I broke out. And this was the Tag when the insane me took fully over the sane one. And I was only sixteen....
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...I guess I was weak. I guess I thought death was better than life. At least, that's what my nightmare's taught me. And I was a very good student. Knifes became good Friends of mine. I didn't kill anyone. But I wouldn't mind being killed. And one Tag somebody decided to do me that favour. There was a bulgrery in my house and as always I was inside of it. The thief asked me to give me the most precious thing in the house but the only thing I saw precious in it were knifes. So I gave him one. After that I don't remember anything. At the time I was eightteen...
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...Even though after death I was still haunted Von my Sekunde shadow. I was totally sane. And I realised that even though I knew it wasn't my fault, I was sorry. Mum, dad...I'm sorry for bring born...
....The End
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I guess it's a pretty dark story..bur I enjoyed Schreiben it..
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which Du can never forget. No matter how much Du try they stuck in your head unwilling to set Du free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them Mehr than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my Sekunde shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch me. They though that if they came closer I would scream. After some time even my parents were afraid to reach out for me. I always locked up myself in my room, staying awake as much as could. Because the sane me was afraid to sleep. I was afraid that one Tag the insane me, my shadow, my alter-ego would take over me. The walls of my room became my diary and notebook. With a pitch-black marker I always wrote a sick nightmare of mine. These nightmares were all so bloody, so disturbing. I thought that Von Schreiben them on the walls I would somehow be able to release them from my body. Giving my pain to somebody else. At the age of fourteen people started calling me freak and psycho. They yelled at me. I became every bully's attraction. And one Tag I broke out. And this was the Tag when the insane me took fully over the sane one. And I was only sixteen....
[---------------------Blank Gap----------------------]
...I guess I was weak. I guess I thought death was better than life. At least, that's what my nightmare's taught me. And I was a very good student. Knifes became good Friends of mine. I didn't kill anyone. But I wouldn't mind being killed. And one Tag somebody decided to do me that favour. There was a bulgrery in my house and as always I was inside of it. The thief asked me to give me the most precious thing in the house but the only thing I saw precious in it were knifes. So I gave him one. After that I don't remember anything. At the time I was eightteen...
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...Even though after death I was still haunted Von my Sekunde shadow. I was totally sane. And I realised that even though I knew it wasn't my fault, I was sorry. Mum, dad...I'm sorry for bring born...
....The End
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I guess it's a pretty dark story..bur I enjoyed Schreiben it..
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six Jahr old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Schauspielen strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the tabelle for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled Von something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six Jahr old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Schauspielen strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the tabelle for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled Von something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police Fragen us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the bier since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot Mehr nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the bier since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot Mehr nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.