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My Crush Is My Boyfriend

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Lost in the Vampire Kingdom 2

Excerpt The trees roar, responding to nature after a heavy rainfall. Sounds of leaves crashing with each other were heard accompanied by a footstep running and panting. “Please let me go, I swear I didn't do anything.” She pleaded with tears rolling down her face, her hair in a tangled mess, and her voice cracked from wandering around in the forest as she was held captive. Looking at the able-bodied men surrounding her, chills ran down her spine as one of the men leaned closer to her face and pulled her hair. Dragging her along with him. “I am not moved by your tears… don't think you will fool me with those.” He gave out a menacing laughter throwing her on the ground causing her to sustain more injuries on her face. She was already shivering, and looking at the huddle men, none of them seemed to help, rather they laughed along, taking turns torturing her. They either dragged her by the hair or they kick her on any part of her body, and she winces on the floor. Her heart bleeds in pain and uncontrollably, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. There is nothing she can do, even if there will be a miracle, maybe she will be dead before it happens. She clutched on her clothes with her knees folded up in fear and panic, she wanted to run away, but she knows her strength and capabilities were not a match to the men. She low her head, muttering inaudibly to her creator for him to touch their minds so that they can pity and release her. But as she looked up, it seemed her prayers were futile as one of the men advanced towards her wearing only his pants. “No! No! No.” Her heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes. “God, please, I rather die than let them have me.” “Come over here you bitch” The man yelled out to her and heavy laughter echoed in the forest. The men were having a fun evening at the expense of her comfort. She trembled, pushing backward as much as her strength can carry her. “It seems the bitch is acting stubborn.” One of the men with a husky muscle said, and the men again gave out hullabaloo laughter. She screamed as they dragged her along, the men walking around her like they found some evening meat. “Let me go please, let me go please.” She pleaded, kicking with every ounce of strength in her, but it seemed she was beating the air as they dropped her on the floor, held her two hands backward and parted her legs. “NOooooooooooooooooooo.” She screamed. SYNOPSIS I was in my dark, until you shine me your light. A young student nurse lost her way on the last day of completing her health campaign in a rural area of the Northern Coast. She wandered around in a mysterious wood where she was held captives by some quisling huddles, who found nothing but joy in torturing her. Rescued by Armstrong Seagull, and labeled a spy. Was she able to escape from such a traumatic experience? Who is Armstrong Seagull and what roles did Mellisa sudden incursion into his kingdom have? Follow me as I walk you down bit by bit, unfolding this paranormal story.

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A Simple Wanderer

A scar has been carved through the Earth, a jagged canyon extends from the distance. At its end, it's deepest section, waves of heat distort view betone recognition. The crater bleeds molten rock down it's sides, still hot from this landmark's creation. The shadowy visage of a humanoid figure becomes recognisable as it comes further from the pit of magma that is the deepest part of the site. It stumbles, and light shining on its front reveals what looks like a human. Blood streaks down from its closed eyes, drawing lines in the layer of soot coating it. The soot covers it's body, but the light pink of it's exposed muscle couldn't be fully hidden. The skin covering it's heels and back was missing, having been worn onto the rock it parted. There would also be a bit spread through the atmosphere from the entry, but most of what is missing was taken upon impact. "Oh f*ck that hurt like a b*tch. Not my best landing." the creature groaned as it ran it's hands over the wounds. It then reached up and grabbed the dirtied skin of it's skull, and tore it apart like a seam. It ripped it down around his torso, having to push it along his arms like removing a too-tight sock. At the hands, it had to pull the finger tips away like a glove before peeling the skin off completely. The legs and feet were dealt with similarly. Stepping out of its own skin, muscle clear to the air with the exception of what the rock coated in soot, it says "Whelp, new world, new me!" in a tone much lighter than the situation would call for. Hello there. I'm a native English speaker/writer, so I like to think I know what I'm doing with this stuff but really though, I don't. So please correct any of my grammatical, cultural, or progressional (plot) errors in the chapter comments. I'm writing this for fun and to prove that if authors actually think for more than half a second when developing their stories, it can actually be good. I won't be updating very often unless this is met with an abnormally good reception, but yeah. Hope you enjoy!

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