DistortedMelody

There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out. But a famous author set to put them out. She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red. And here’s what she said, “Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!” The tiny authors wept and cried. Wondering was it because they picked a side. Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else they wouldn't have suffered being a different self? The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left. But the dainty female author stayed behind. However, The ligh

There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out. But a famous author set to put them out. She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red. And here’s what she said, “Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!” The tiny authors wept and cried. Wondering was it because they picked a side. Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else they wouldn't have suffered being a different self? The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left. But the dainty female author stayed behind. However, The ligh

Jeff the killer x slendermans daughter! reader chapter 1 ~narrator pov~ *ding-dong* the lights flicked on as the whole house hold of the slender mansion woke up at the sudden sound. ~slenders pov~ I was awoken from my deep slumber as I heard the door bell ring.I rolled over the see what time it was.My clock read 1:3oam.I groaned "Who could it be at this hour?!" I thought as I went down stairs to see everyone up besides BEN of course;that boy can sleep through anything which makes him a bit more lazy.I went to see who it was. But not a single soul around till I heard a little cry.I looked down to see the cutest baby girl I've ever seen.

Rain, it was raining again. For the third day in a row since those convicts escaped from prison. Three days since Alfred had escaped. Now he was coming for you. You held your legs up close to your chest and took a sip of the tea Oliver had made. The china felt nice in yours hands, warming them. You rubbed a finger over the cup. A deep breath, the scent of chamomile and lemon. If your oldest brother had put blood in the tea it escaped you, due to the masking of  the smell and taste of metal. Though you didn't really doubt he put just a bit in, if not out of habit than anything else. "Poppet~ I made cookies~" Olive called with the obvious cheer

*Unknown characters P.O.V* *America (The year you were born)* “Mom...dad... I'm home from-” My words were cut short as I stood there, facing two hanging bodies. I had been at work extremely late that night... and came home to find I no longer had a home. There were my parents, hanging from our grand chandelier, a note on the tale. Alexander, We're sorry... we couldn't handle it any longer. You, and (y/n) will be better off without two dead beat parents. The depression...the stress... it will all be gone. We loved you two dearly, but we couldn't continue living like this. Forgive us...   -With love...take car   Mom and Dad.