Siren_My Hell_He's Not As He Appears To Be_Summer's Soulless
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Siren
Dark clouds swirled overhead, and cold waves crashed against my face, pulling me back underwater. I coughed water from my mouth when I came back up. Crying for help was useless. Heavy rain poured down, loud enough to hide my voice.My thick brown hair stuck to the side of my face and blocked my view of the island. I could make it. If only I could keep myself above these brutal waves.Beneath the black water, my leg caught on something I couldn’t identify. I screamed as a hand wrapped around my leg and pulled me into the deep.I took in a breath of the salty water, and my lungs filled. Agony wasn’...
My Hell
TW: Suicide The night is dark. Darker than chocolate. You know what else is dark? People. Its been a week since I teleported into an unknown world. The people here look like humans, like you and me. But they have powers. Powers that are unusual. When we think of a supernatural power, we think about flying, shooting lasers out of our eyes, or reading minds. No dear reader. I'm not talking about those powers. These powers that these people hold dear is not supernatural. It is worse. They have the power to hurt or help. No, these people aren't dictators, theyre not gods. Though, they could be if ...
He's Not As He Appears To Be
My name is Bella Borelli. I am a female CPA in the firm of Brady and Smith, Certified Public Accountants. I am the only female CPA in the firm. There are, however, other female employees. I am lucky to work for two great partners. Patrick Brady and Joel Smith. Patrick is married with two children. Sadly, Joel is a recent widower. His wife, Naomi had passed away two years ago from a lengthy illness. They did not have any children. I had just recently ended up a 5-year relationship with Mike Martine. We had been together since college. Our breakup was long overdue. We just grew apart and mutual...
Summer's Soulless
“It’s not enough time, it’s not enough time!” I drop to my knees and beg of the sun to stop rising, the earth to stop spinning, my heart to stop racing. The ground beneath me starts to shimmer with the familiar gold lighting that encapsulates my demise. My fingertips are on fire.Buck kneels next to me, hesitant to touch my skin as he witnesses the clothes on my body start to burn. “Hey, hey,” he coaxes my vision from my worry and to his eyewww.onedoor.ccs, “look at me.” I do as he says, and he smiles gently. “I’m not going anywhere, and if I have any say, you aren’t either.” He gets over his phobia and pla...