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Stories StoriesStories by ~Garra4evr
Sometimes it hurts
Not knowing whats to come
Unexpected surprises
Slap you in the face
But when sundown rears its head
Youll understand yourself
Instead of being lost
In the never-ending darkness
This love will help you through the years
Not waste your time or shatter your heart
All you have to do is trust
That the End is just beginning


at least we'll have stories i woke up alone in the new year, in a bathtub full of cold, grey water.at least we'll have stories by *rachel-rhapsody
there was a glass half full of whiskey and a photo of you next to me on the ground. my lips tasted like they were bleeding and my eyes were heavy and sore.
dark hair; damp and dirty clung like a leech to my pale skin, and only when i moved to pull it away did i notice how numbingly cold it was in the water.
i thought of how i dreamt that tonight i'd fall asleep in your arms as you sung beatles songs to me. i'd lay there, happy, thinking about how mysterious and dangerous and perfect you are and about how our bloodshot eyes matched each other perfectly. but you're real


Horror Stories :Ch2 The Hall: Hidan, a young 15 year old boy frequently visited the hospital. Not to see someone, more like for someone to see him. Hidan was a daredevil and often tried stunts that left him with something broken. This day, he came with a fractured arm. Hidan just grinned and snickered as his usual nurse, Ami, fixed his arm while shaking her head.Horror Stories :Ch2 The Hall: by *xSaki-Uchiha
"Hidan, this is the 3rd time this month!"
"No worries, I'm perfectly fine!"
It was getting late, and Ami decided to head home, as her shift was over. She told the teen to stay at the hospital for the night to let his arm heal properly. Hidan agreed.
Late that night, at around 4:00am, a soft sound of clacking


Bedtime Stories Sara's bedroom was on the second story of the house. Tonight it was her father who took her to bed, and she scrambled up the stairs in front of him, wearing a SpongeBob nightshirt and a pair of white fuzzy slippers.Bedtime Stories by *Shamziel
Once inside her door, she climbed into her bed and sat on top of the quilt with her legs folded under her. Her father dimmed the lamp on top of the bookshelf, then knelt to look through the books.
"Your mother finished Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, didn't she?" he asked. "So what'll it be this time? Shall we start Frederick's Fables?" He turned his head to smile at Sara, but she could tell that he was tired already.
Still
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