Suffocate Stories

# 🏆First position in The blue rose awards for mystery/ thriller. This is not a fairy tale or a lovely romantic story. It's a story which most of the girls have faced in...

"I'm thirsty for you Jisoo" - Where Jennie is a vampire who lives with normal people, one day she meets a girl names Jisoo. Everything goes fine until Jennie f...

In this harrowing tale, two boys on a farm in 1951 are driven to a scandalous act of murder that they actually seem to enjoy. Perhaps they are evil.

It is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.

Poems about the dark one :) --- i scare myself sometimes idek what the actual hell im doing so uhm yeah read this

A beautiful possession in the hands of a greedy lunatic...

A Poem About Unrequited Love

When you feel different than what you are meant to be, you change. Warp what others have forced, have molded, make yourself the monster that can be different.

When a fragile teenage girl starts to have a repetitive nightmare, just days after her mother's death she must learn how to cope. Happiness doesn't come easy, a voice t...

This is just a collection of poems that I wrote, they don't really have any relevance to each other but I just stuck them together in one book to make it simpler. vote...

Here I put all the ways that I have felt in my life but that I haven't told anyone to avoid them to worry about me. The words I couldn't say because I didn't knew what t...

Deep in the mind lies the real pain of which no one wants to share.

This is a story of a battle between two great enemies, Salviar and Rose. Salviar kiddnapped and experimented on poor little Rose. He tried to use her as one of his minio...

This poem is about suicide,depression and anything that you can associate with those things or comes through your mind while reading this.

I don't know

The thoughts penetrated my brain and infected every part of me that was still holding out. My body was shaking, my arms and legs battered and bruised. "Why do I st...