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tinti wrote:

Once upon a time there lived a noble yong lady named Stella. She lived in a big castle just a little walk from a small village. Stella was quite beautiful, with bright red hair that reached to her legs, and she always wore dresses in the same bright color, or a few nuances darker or lighter. Her hair was her pride. What very few people knew was that she was a witch. When her fiance left her for another she swore to get her revenge. When the others thought she killed herself because of sorrow she became an immortal. She hypnotized her fiance and made him come back to her. They had a wonderful night together. Her fiance thought she was still alive and well. Untill when he woke up in the middle of the night and found her pale, immortal body beside him. And her hair, it crept towards him like an animal, suffocating him. As he struggled towards the hair she bit his throat, drank his blood, and burned his body. Stella continued to live in the castle after killing her fiance, tyranising the little villagers. Those who tried to stop her got the same treatment as her fiance. Maybe she is still there, waiting for someone to kill with her pride, someone's blood to drink...

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Plague wrote:

Waste, Hazards, and Poisonous Liquids dominate the oceans.
Bodies in ships would drop and roll off the dock.
Slaughtered deer, cats, and other creatures mix in the biohazard essence.
Xyla first breath filled with gases. Her tearful eyes seen the monsters who savagely mutilated her.
Her killer grabbed her leg as he tossed her into waste and despair.

Mermaid Tails, and demons created by biotar suck into damaged, fresh toxic infused bodies.
Xyla's corpse floats along acid filled creature limbs, mutating her body into doom.
Late in the night filled with piercing screeches her body tries to give up on life.
She lures ships with her agony.
Every living thing suffers in tragic annihilation..
Flesh rips into the ocean rocks.
Peace doesn't exist here.

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Ivo wrote:

i don't know my name. they used to call me "34".
i've escaped an insane asylum yesterday night. the aslyum that i've lived in for 8 years now. from the day on they've took me with them after finding my parents stabbed to death in the frontyard, i used to think that their only intention was to help me, to give me a safe, warm place to live, after going through what i've went through as a child. they told me the medication would help me forget, get over it. to move on and feel happy again.
turned out it was them who had killed my parents. those "happy pills", as they ended up calling them. those moments where they made me feel like i was alive again. where they truly made me happy - within those moments they'd use me for their sick experiments. i knew those scars couldn't just appear on their own. that the blood on my forgeous, silky, blue clothes weren't simply just funny smelling patterns.
on one hand i'm incredibly thankful to have found out about all those secrets i'd been living with for years now. that i've escaped. on the other hand, i know they'll try and get me. they know i know too much. that i can't be out there like this.
i'm yet to find a clean, non blood-stained pair of pants. but i'll escape. and i'll let the world know. whether that's the last thing i'm able to do.

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Ivo wrote:
totally fucked up the grammar and stuff and didn't hold back on typos either, feck. knew i shouldn't have wrote this while being this tired

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Horcrux wrote:
Entries so far have been fantastic! Keep it up guys

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Soeljo wrote:

"The little girl" is what she has been called.

This little girl went to get surgery in 1883 to become more beautiful. At that period of a time, the technology wasn't very developed and unfortunately she never came out alive.
Ever since, other girls who came out beautiful from a surgery, has been ripped in the face with a knife. The cries from the children who has been ripped open, could always be heard at the hospital they went out from. The little girl never wanted anyone to have the opportunity to be beautiful since she never did. She sought revenge on those who did, and scared the surgeons so that they would never make anyone more beautiful. After the incident, the little girl always said "now your as pretty as me" and smiled. The victims never died, but remained forever less beautiful.
So never think about wanting to become more beautiful trough a surgery, because the little girl won't let you.

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Peppu wrote:

This is Selene Antonius
She is the daughter of the pharaoh Cleopatra , Queen of Egypt
She died many years ago , she was mummified and buried in Amenhotep .She rested there in peace for hundreds of years , until in 1898 was found in Amenhotep , and her tomb was found in its place .Anyone who even glanced inside the chests got to feel the pinch Selene of anger , she cursed these people , and dug up the souls out of their breasts , bare hands .Still , she expects the hands of blood thirsting for someone to come open the coffin lid and peek into his death .

I hope everyone understand this.

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Horcrux wrote:

~keep them coming~

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nomiravioli wrote:

While not appearing scary, Fontana is a real demon inside. As the keeper of Cherokee Forest, she must remain strong and brave. But, whith each day she holds in her fear, it doubles inside her.

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Aisaenic wrote:

Nala was never a normal girl. Running away at age 8 from an abusive household, she spent 5 years sharpening her physical skills in flexibility, dexterity, and speed. Enamored by the fascinating life of an acrobat, she joined the circus in hopes of learning and honing the traditional skills of knife throwing, and for 4 years, she spent her time, day after day, training with other disciples of Jack, the knife artist. Her first debut happened in her 3rd year at the circus, and since then, her faction traveled across the world, gaining popularity and recognition. At the end of her career, her troupe arrived at her hometown, which she had run away from 5 years ago. Sneaking away from the trailer after a show, she ran to her old home and peeked inside to check up on her family. Shockingly, she caught the session of abuse in play, and enraged, she ran back to her trailer to plot against her mother and father, who had been hurting her siblings for so many years. A few hours later, at night, she silently snuck into her house, and ruthlessly stabbed and carved her merciless anger into the flesh of the ones who had scarred her, so many years ago. Scooping up her young siblings, she ran back to the circus, and to this day, there are 3 more talented and happy acrobats on display.

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Go guys

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Horcrux wrote:

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Karyna wrote:

She used to be pretty. She was the most beautiful girl in the land. Her eyes were like rivers; anyone who looked into them would drown in their beauty and mystery. Her hair was the deepest of blacks, flowing and glistening in the light. Not that she stepped into the light very often; her skin was porcelain white and it seemed to glow strangely and beautifully. She never spoke, or perhaps it was because she spoke so softly, no one really knew the sound of her voice. But people have said that when they see her on her way to her grandmother's house, she sings to the forest, her voice as clear as the ringing of a glass bell, bewitching the animals of the woods. Even the forest seemed to fall silent just to hear her voice.

But one day when she was on her way to her grandmother's house, she met a strange being, one covered from head to toe in mangled fur. He beckoned to her, motioning for her to come closer to him, to the flowers. She gave in to curiosity, and stepped towards the strange being. He pointed at the flowers, the beautiful roses that were in full bloom. The roses were bright red, just like her scarlet cloak. She reached for one, carefully picking it up. The rose was fragile; all it needed was a single jerk, and all the petals would fall off. She admired its poised beauty and its deep shade of red. But at the same time, each thorn on the rose was lethal; a single touch could easily draw blood. Suddenly, she felt a push. Before she could react, she fell, tumbling through the rose patch. Gone was her perfect porcelain skin. Gone was her beauty. The rose patch never seemed to end. The thorns kept attacking her, as if the roses were jealous of her and wanted to rob her of her beauty.

She was no longer pretty. Blood dripped from her. She still held that first rose, gripping it tightly, regardless of the thorns. It didn't matter anymore; she couldn't feel the pain. All she wanted was her beauty back. And she made sure she got it back, bit by bit, taking whatever she could get from anyone who passed by the rose patch. An eye, a bit of blemish-free skin, it didn't matter what happened to the other person, as long as she could get her beauty back.

She won't stop until her face is perfect again.

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Horcrux wrote:

~*peekaboo I want to see your entries*~

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TheWayfaringStranger wrote:

Caroline can be very loving, but you don't want to cross her. The last time someone did, she cut them up with an axe. It was bloody mess. She's not afraid to use her horns to hurt you, as well. Her last boyfriend has horn marks all over his back. It took him a long time to heal. I'd be nice to Caroline if I were you or you might end up in a terrifying situation.

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