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Kay wrote: "you guys are getting sleep?"

I've nvr heard that word in my life. What is this "sleep"

rose wrote: "zodiac academy,the list of unspeakable fears,cursed carnival and genius files"

I'm reading the 4th book of Zodiac rn😂

that

My favorite books are A Shadow in the Ember by JLA, Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard, anything by SJM, Saint Anything by Sarah Dessen, Savage Lands by Stacey Marie Brown, The Summoning by Kelley Armstrong, and The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin. I LOVE fantasy in case you couldn't tell😂

What are some of your guys' favorite books? Share it in the chat so we can all be nerds!😜

The day I killed my little sister, I was eighteen.

I swear it was by accident. I hadn't meant to do it, and yet, it still happened. I can't even tell you what happened; my mind stopped working. One moment I was playing tag with Kelsie, the next, my hands were covered in blood, my sister... motionless, pale, no longer giggling and running away. Maybe if she did run away she'd still be alive, but she hadn't, and now she was dead.

What happened next was a blur. I dropped to my knees next to my sister, pressing my shaking hand to her neck and feeling for her pulse. When there was none, I pinched her nose closed and, shoving aside my squeamishness, covered her mouth with mine, blowing air into her lungs and then pumping her chest. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. Blood, blood was everywhere. On my white sweatshirt, on my sister's sundress, on the kitchen linoleum. I avoided looking too closely at the deep cut lining down half of my sister's face, avoided looking at her vacant eyes filled with terror.

When there was nothing else I could do, I sat back and stared.

My mind was empty. I could feel myself shooting far, far away from the nightmare, away from the two girls alone in the house, from the violent and unforgivable act. Fratricide. I think that's what it was called. I imagined calling 911 and getting hauled away. The quiet streets of my hometown would fill with sirens as the ambulance sped its way toward the hospital. The police car containing me would part ways from the ambulance then, making its way to the police station. I'd be locked behind bars, my face plastered to newspapers and the morning and night newscasts. Mom would be devastated, thinking she had done something wrong. They'd bring me to court and I'd be given a lifetime in prison. I'd be stuck wearing orange prison suits, eating disgusting mush disguised as food. I'd be alone.

Almost like a zombie took over my body, everything was mechanical as I quickly locked the doors and closed the curtains around the kitchen. I awkwardly lifted Kelsie's tiny body into my arms, my thin frame trembling as I staggered into the garage. I had to get rid of the evidence.

I left the house as it was before everything happened. I was numb to everything. Sweat beaded on my forehead, running into my eye. In the trunk was Kelsie. It was early morning, right before everyone woke up. I could do this, I had to do this. I had to play dumb, had to play ignorant and confused. I couldn't go to jail because there was no fucking way I killed my own sister. A part of me expected her to sit up, laughing, and pretend she was joking, but the drive to the river was silent and full of tension. I kept looking out the rearview mirror, convinced someone was trailing me, someone was watching me, someone knew what I had done.

I hadn't even changed out of my clothes for the day. I was so confused, so scared, and in denial. Nothing was adding up, there was a giant gap in my memory, and I found myself thinking about it again and again. Dissociative Identity Disorder? I knew that included gaps in the memory, but I wasn't so sure I had DID.

Arriving at the river, I pulled off the road and onto the dirt trail, driving down through the forest, my breath coming out in gasps. Chills ratcheted up my spine, cold fingers sliding down my back. This was just a dream, a nightmare, some sick delusion. It wasn't real! I fought the urge to scream. I wanted to just wake up, why wouldn't I just. Wake. Up?

Reaching the grassy bank of the water, I stopped the car. It took everything I had to step out of the red convertible, to crunch over the pebbles and loose twigs and to the trunk. I was only a little aware of the muttering emitting from my mouth. Delusional, I was delusional. I stared at a point in the car above my sister's body. What was I supposed to do now? I was no criminal mastermind, no evil genius. I was a high school girl, lost and alone. This wasn't real, wasn't real, wasn't real!

The cold air didn't bother me; I barely felt the wind. My hands were clammy as I lifted my sister from the car. A sob escaped my lips. What now, what now, what now? Why was I here? Why was I here? I was supposed to be in my house, watching over my sister before Mom got home from her shift at the grocery store. I was supposed to be studying for a chemistry retake, supposed to be avoiding people and sleeping in class and living each boring day again and again and again. I had wished for some excitement last night, tired of the boring life of the same expectations, same schedule, same responsibilities. Well, here was some excitement for sure.

I shuffled through the long grass reaching up from the soil to trip me. I'd pretend like this wasn't real, like I was acting, the camera crew wheeling around from everywhere to capture the moment. This was a show. A show. A show...

The splash of the manakin hitting the water was loud, too loud. I had managed to swing my arms back and forth, throwing the theatre prop toward the dock. Wasn't real, wasn't real, wasn't real... There was another splash and my head jerked up, shooting toward the moving shadow on the opposite side of the lake. What did they throw? Fishing? Was the person fishing? The splash was too big to be a fish, too loud, too... too real.

I hurled my body through the grass, tripping and stumbling. I slammed the trunk as I rounded the car and dove into the driver's seat. There was no one there, Cece, I told myself, hands shaking as I stabbed the key into the ignition and the engine roared. Just a dream, just a dream, that's all it was, a dream.

But stepping into the emptiness of the house wasn't a dream. Turning the shower water scalding wasn't a dream. It wasn't fake when I burned my wrist as I threw my bloody clothes into the fire in the pit. It wasn't a show when I dumped bleach all over the kitchen and attempted to cover my tracks. There was no camera crew, no screaming director, no other actors. It was just me and the big, empty house, and yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

Watched and judged for my sins.

Here's the first chapter of my paranormal story on Wattpad called Boredom, Bodies, and Mind-Reading Boys

Rose (AKA the crazy weird redhead) wrote: "made"

this ain't English anymore guys🤣

kessaa (taylors version) wrote: "CAN YOU LIKE FINISH IT PLS PLS PLS?! THAT TRANSPORTED ME TO ANOTHER DIMENSION

it was SO SO GOOD"

Aw, tysm!! I think I might, it was actually meant to be a short story but I'll probably expand it bc, well, one word- BASTIEN😂

Lol, just imagine someone who's like "That's it, I hate being the same as everyone else, I'm gonna go by they/them now!" I wonder if ppl are actually like that, that'd be cool

yasmin ☾ wrote: "wow wow wow, it looks so good!!!!!! AAAA LOVE IT"

AHHH TYSM BESTIE!!❤

That was so good!!

✨Emily✨{marauders version} wrote: "That’s amazing!!!! And u won a contest? Wowww!!!!"

Ahh, thank youu!! Yess, Wattpad hosts these contests and I still can't believe I won the first contest I've ever done.😭

This is my short story, Many Lives, Many Deaths:

Running down halls, trying to outrun the black fog flooding toward me. It was a maze, the house was a maze, a labyrinth that threatened to trap me forever. There was no way out, no way to escape the killer in the fog.

I knew this had happened before. Happened a thousand times in the past and would happen a thousand times more in the future. That's what Alston had said, at least. I was trying to outrun fate. Outrun death.

I smashed into a hard body. Looking up, it was just Alston.

"Cassie," he said, grabbing my hand. "We have to leave. Now."

He pulled me along. I couldn't run, I couldn't breathe. I had no idea what was happening, who was hunting me. Why I was being targeted.

"Cassie!" Alston pulled me into an unlocked room, shoving his huge body against the door. "Cassie, listen to me." He cupped my cheeks in my hands. "When you open your eyes again, this will be like a dream to you. You'll have no idea that we have met. You'll forget about this, about me. I won't, but I swear to the Gods, I will find you and I will save you."

For a brief moment, I wondered who I'd be in my next life, what I would be. I was beautiful in this life, able to make human men fall to their knees in awe, but Alston was the only one I wanted. Cassiopeia, that was my name. What would be my next name? What would kill us in the next life?

I wrapped my shaking hands on his wrists. "Don't leave me." I feared that when we died, that was the end, I would never see anyone, anything, ever again. "Please, don't leave me."

He smiled sadly. "I'm not the one leaving. You are." He pressed his lips against mine, coaxing them open...

Please don't leave me...

I didn't understand what woke me first- the absence of light or the killer smell wafting from the corridor. I half-expected Mr. Mew to be laying next to me, tiny orange body curled into a ball, purring madly, but his spot in my bed was cold.

Slowly, I sat up, pulling the white comforter from my body and swinging my legs out of bed. Something in my gut squeezed. The hall light I usually kept on while I slept was out, and I knew for a matter of fact that it wasn't dead. I had just replaced it last night.

My feet flattened against the cold hardwood of the floor, and my bare legs erupted into goosebumps. It was cold in the house. I always had the heater on full blast. Shivers crawled up my spine. Something was different. I glanced at my alarm clock, but the red numbers that were usually displayed on it were black, dead.

Something was wrong.

I crept to the door. It was terrifying, not knowing what was on the other side. I regretted moving out of Zaritin, away from my parents, my family. But it wasn't like I was expecting this to happen. It wasn't like I thought this would happen to me.

Something was there.

My nightgown swished against my ankles, as soft as a whisper of wind. A bead of sweat rolled down my back. What was I doing? What if there wasn't anything out there? What if I was delusional, just like Ma and Fa had told me, mocked me. I was delusional. I saw things and heard things no one else ever would. I wasn't normal.

The metal knob of the door was ice cold in my palm. I swallowed, my ears straining, but whatever was out in the hall was silent. I tried to keep my breathing down, but it was so erratic, I felt like people a mile away could hear it.

Slowly, I clenched my hand around the knob, turning the metal slowly, so slowly, the blood rushing in my ears, my body shaking. If no one was really there, I was going to feel like a major fool.

The moment the door was open, I peered out into the dark hall. Nothing was there. I almost crumpled to my knees, but I forced myself to stand, to check the light, to make sure I really was alone.

The smell grew nastier as I slowly walked down the hall and toward the kitchen. My heart hammered away in my ribcage, threatening to burst out. Sounds came from the kitchen, like someone was eating. Was it the cat?

"Mr. Mew?" My whisper was loud in the empty hall and I cringed. The cat didn't respond. Was he using his litterbox? Maybe he was sleeping? "Mr. Mew?"

I stepped into the kitchen. Above the sink, one light swung from the cord, flickering ominously, casting the room in a dull, fluorescent glow. I looked at the counter and screamed.

What was on the counter was a huge, black mass, a distorted form that vaguely reminded me of a wolf. It most definitely was not a wolf, with that hunched back, those claws that could easily shred through bone and flesh, those glowing eyes... It was like a cross between a wolf and a man, a gargoyle and a wolf, something that wasn't supposed to exist.

And yet, there it was, glaring at me hungrily over the dead body of my cat, the counter smeared with blood and fur and guts. I felt my stomach lurch, threatening to spill. The beast looked at me; I looked back at it.

And then ran.

Something was nagging at me as I hurtled down the hall, a memory, a dream. I didn't know, but I got a sense of Deja vu as I hurtled down the hall, toward the door. The beast jumped down from the counter, the ground shaking as it made contact.

Mr. Mew... I was blinded by tears for a second before I whipped my arm across my eyes. That cat was the one thing I had brought with me from home, the one good thing I had, and now he was gone.

I swear to the Gods, I will find you and I will save you, a voice whispered, caressing my cheeks.

I tripped over Mr. Mew's litter box, cat feces and sand spilling out everywhere. It stuck to the soles of my feet as I limped past, ignoring the flash of pain burning up my shins. I could hear the beast gaining speed, it's rotten breath scalding my legs.

Something grabbed onto my wrist and yanked. I was pulled into my living room, and whoever had his grip on my arm let go, shoving the rolling white double doors closed, flipping the lock.

"That's not going to hold for long," he said, voice deep, smooth.

I stared. "W-who are you?"

He turned around to face me, back against the doors.

"Have we m-met before?" I couldn't see his face, couldn't see his expression when he responded.

"We've met before, Delphi."

"H-how do you know my name?" This was messed up, absolutely impossible. This was a dream, I would wake at any moment to Mr. Mew assaulting my face with his disgusting tongue.

He grabbed hold of my hand again, and we ran, out the other doors and to the balcony.

"It was Cassiopeia in your last life," he explained in low, hurried tones. "Delphi now. I promised you, I promised I'd save you." His eyes softened, voice quiet, almost a murmur. "Do you know what you are?"

"What?" What I was? I was a girl, duh. What was he, a cow in disguise?

"You're an oracle. Maybe... maybe there's a chance we can stop the curse."

The curse? "I-I don't know who you are, but you need to-"

He stepped closer to me, towering over me. "You have to believe me." His voice was tinged with desperation. "Me and you... We've met before, in another life-"

"I don't even know who you are!" My voice had risen, high-pitched and uncertain. My feet ached, my thighs screaming. That had to have been the most I've ever run before. Another life? Who was he kidding?

The clouds parted to reveal the brilliant moon, high in the sky, glowing down at us. His face was visible, a chiseled jaw, a tan face, the swords strapped to his back. His blue eyes seemed to glow.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

"They call me Bastien in this life," he said. "I was Alston in my last." Something shadowy rose above his shoulders, flexing. I stared, my breath caught in my throat. "I am a Fallen angel."

"An angel," I repeated, my voice stunned. "You're an angel." Apart of my brain told me to trust him, to believe him. Because a part of me knew he was right, knew he spoke the truth. We had met before.

Listen, whispered a voice. Listen to him.

Well, that decided things.

His index finger stroked my cheek, leaving a trail of heat. "I told you before," he said, wrapping me in his arms, my cheek settled on his hard chest, covered in leather. Armor? "I'll protect you, Delphi, even if I have to sacrifice myself."

He took to the skies. Behind us, the beast screamed, glaring up with it's glowing eyes, bloody teeth bared. Run while you can, it seemed to yell. You can't escape.

I buried my face into Bastien's chest, letting him take me away, away from the one place I had called home, and away from the life I had known.

Hey guys! So this is my short story that won Wattpad's Dark Fantasy contest! We were given prompts and I used prompt 3: "I'll protect you. Even if I have to sacrifice myself" and I wrote a story with a certain amount of words allowed!

✨Emily✨{marauders version} wrote: "Ahahah I was up until 1:30 and then woke up at 7:30 😂"

Bro, and I woke up to a bird pecking the attic window this morning and my mom shouting as she got ready for work- and she gets mad at me for doing that. like LEMME SLEEP LADY ITS ONLY 8!! The most Ive ever slept in was probably til 2😂😅

Iqra wrote: "oop I didn't realize somehow if they were all going for the same Roy I feel proud
https://pin.it/6wRu8lo
there we go that's my Pinterest"

Thank youuu. Oml, I love your profile pic lmaooo😂

Iqra wrote: "I really only use insta, Pinterest and snap
Snap : iqqqqqq0
Insta: @iqraiiamir
Pinterest : @roy_boy_"

Do you have a direct link to your Pinterest account, Iqra? THERE'S SO MANY ROY BOYS😅😭

lils✨ wrote: "https://open.spotify.com/user/899t57p... song recs anyone?"

Oh my God, I'm i love with Ever Young by Marisa Maino right now!!

Ugh, I could not go to sleep last night, and I was too tired to write anymore, so I literally just stayed awake doing nothing😅😂