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2P!England X 2colored-eyed!Reader: Tell-Tale Heart
2P!England X 2colored-eyed!Reader: Your Eyes
Based off of the Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

True! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses - not destroyed  them. Above all was the sense of acute hearing. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Listen! Observe how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

    It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once thought, it haunted me day and night. Items to obtain, there was none. Passion, there was none. I loved the girl
HetaliaxReader A HauntingYou wiped the sweat from your forehead and turned to sit on the edge of your car. It had been a long day of lifting heavy boxes and driving back and forth, but finally you had moved all of your things into your new home.

You looked up at your house, your eyes following its beautiful Victorian curves and balconies, trailing up to the tower and down to the original rounded glass windows. You sighed. It was a gorgeous house, and it was going to fit you perfectly.

You smiled and closed the trunk of your car, ready to crash for the rest of the night. You decided on a nice hot shower and some sleep as you walked into your house and locked the doo
HetaOni - RoChu ~Losing You~Time stands still. Violet eyes focus on the monstrosity blocking the only exit out of the room. His hand grips the water faucet weapon so tight, his knuckles turn white and the metal ridges cut into his palm.

“Russia!”

The Asian voice cuts the silence, though neither the Russian nor the Thing move a muscle. Their eyes stay trained on the other, both knowing one second of distraction will lead to the needed advantage. Sweat trickles from Russia's hairline to the soiled scarf around his neck. The fabric, no longer pink but a deeper shade of red, scratches against his neck, coarse after an unfathomable amount of time spent in this
His Game: 2p!FelicianoXReaderXLovino Part 3*Warning- contains bad language. You have been warned*

~Lovino's POV~
I grumbled in pain as I sat up.

"What the hell happened?"

I was in an empty room. The only thing in the room, besides myself, was a letter. I picked it up to see what it contained and gasped.

'Welcome to the game'

The words were red and a hint smell of iron was sealed within the letter. I read the text below the 'Welcome'. My eyes widened.

'In order to get ______ and yourself out safely, you have to win the game. You must find ______ before midnight.'

"Fucking bastards!! If they hurt ______-"

Before I could finish, I heard an unlocking sound. I looked towards th
Discorded MinecraftiaLook at them laughing and having fun...
It sickens me....
I its time for a little chaos
Sky Jason and Deadlox
Sky,Jason,and Deadlox where doing some parcore in a cave.
`Aha I made it!`said Jason as he flew to the end with his jet pack.
Sky landed next to him`No fair!`he said`You flew`
Deadlox landed next to them and sighed`stop fighting!See you guys in the end of the cave`then ran down the cave hoping to get a head start.
Sky and Jason followed him but lost track of where he went
With a thump Deadlox fell in a hole and heard something talk to him.
Why do you play with them?
`what?`
Sky and Jason dont you see they use you!
`No who ever you are your lieing!`
Am I?
A torch was placed and in the water infront of Deadlox where images of the moments where Sky and Jason left him,hurt him,and laughed at him
`NO YOUR LIEING`shouted Deadlox.
Why it`s true young youtuber.Now time to be cruel
A cold hand touched Deadlo
Sick- Prussia X Reader-The Beginning. WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS GORE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Time: 2:00 AM
Date: Two weeks before _______ and Prussia's wedding.

He had been working on it for ages. Maybe it was finally right? He couldn't wait to try it out. He had slaved over the dangerous chemicals for so long now. And if he was right, this would be the answer. The answer to ________'s weak immune system. She was spending so much time in the doctor's office, and he knew she didn't like it. He was imagining, after their wedding, when they were all alone, he would show it to her, she would be so happy! They would be happy and not have to visit the d
2P!Canada x 2P!Reader : In the woods - Part 1
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The sound of your metallic baseball bat being dragged behind you, was rather satisfactory. On your short distance to your house, the feeling of accomplishment was simply uplifting. A sly smirk spread across your face as you wiped your hand across your cheeks and nose. Painting your face with the red liquid; proving your dominance over your victim. However your balance was thrown off, causing you to stumble forward.

Sssscccccccccccccccccc-Cr.....Ssssccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc.....

You quickly, however, regained your footing. You'r baseball bat ticked upwards for a moment, be
The Grudge: Hetalia Edition - Chapter OneAmerica stood behind Japan, shaking like a leaf, "Dude! W-Why did you bring me to t-this house?!"

Japan sighed, "Ameri-kun... This is just the set the filmmakers used to film the Grudge movies. She's only a legend."

"Y-Yeah, I'll believe that when I start seeing England's friends!"

Japan moved away from the frightened America, opening and entering the slightly rusted gate leading into the old, charred house. Japan had told the American that they made the house looked burned because one of the characters had tried to burn it down, attempting to get rid of the "Curse" in the house where she resides.

"Don't leave me here!"

Japan looked at A
The Monster Inside: C10: Sacrificing Everything   Donnie slid up the abandoned subway station.  He no doubt would not fit through a manhole, so he had to go a more direct route.  As he sniffed the air, he realized how much New York City stunk.  With his now heightened sense, he could almost break down anything.  Garbage, motor oil, perfumes, flowers, all of their scents mixed.  It was disgusting.  And that was saying something- he lived in the sewer.

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  Leaping out, Donnie quickly scaled a building.  He raced across it, runni
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Freast of Fear

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The Preternatural Corpse where piled as high as the roofs of the homes. The Toes of Tetnut were stew around the battle field. All the signs of death and pain was pleasing to the Soul of Famine and his 3 cohorts.To deaden the pain and celebrate the blood bath, all participants were given shots of blood and Viridulus Absenta. To the Victors the award of Heart of Upir but even those who felt the pain of defeat were rewarded Bone Marrow Bowl. But atlas the celebration was halted for the warriors of the Evil Egg were advancing like an army of ants. The came to retrieve the 3 power scroll that all Darksiders convet. They are the ones promised to those who fought well: The ability to Revive Clan. The power to Command Ifrit. And the most powerful one of them all that all fought so hard and long to gain what was needed to fuse it. The converted Hellish Transformation. But like always we will rise and join together to destroy this foe.

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A piece about celebrating one of the Live Gaming Events for Vampire: Darkside.
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^VSConcepts Feb 14, 2013  Professional Interface Designer
Which needs a lil' grammar proofing. ;)

".,that all [Darkside] (? DarksiderS? of the Darkside? in the Darkside? all of the Darkside?]..covet (no "N"..)...
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*ChristalKitto Feb 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thank you Will have to fire the editing staff as soon as the graves are dug.
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^VSConcepts Feb 14, 2013  Professional Interface Designer
No grave. Let the ravens devour the carcasses. Carrion keeps them happy.
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*ChristalKitto Feb 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Then I would have to haul them far away. The smell would frighten away the new recruits. :trash:
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^VSConcepts Feb 14, 2013  Professional Interface Designer
HAHHAHA
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