The Morbid One
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Before you read any further...
I want you to know that most of my stories that I post will be "morbid," or so to say. So if you don't like things on monsters or death in some sort of way, you might have a teensy problem with my stories. If you read one and don't like it, just review a sad face. I'll improve the story after that. BTW, I don't own anything trademarked like a movie or store, especially I don't own a brand or item like Gatorade or Hot Topic clothing :P If you want to learn more about me, just PM me


(Not) All About Me:
I am a teen with the spirit for writing stories, and I swoon over Barnabas Collins in the 2012 Dark Shadows movie. I have won awards for my stories, such as R.M.S. Titanic, and I am known throughout my school for winning one of my pieces into the Principal's Art Gallery in my library, which is a big honor, mind you. Just to say, GO TEAM EDWARD!, even though I'm not against Team Jacob. (I hate it when people call him Taylor "Hotner.") I love the following series: Vampire Kisses; the Clique; Monster High; My Sister The Vampire; Witch & Wizard; Daniel X; Emily Windsnap; (and of course) Twilight; the Poison Apple books; 43 Old Cemetery Road; and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. I love the following books not in a series: Holes; the Help; Planet Janet; The Nightmare Before Christmas manga; Lemonade Mouth; Tuck Everlasting; One Crazy Summer; and so on. I know this fact about me is weird, but I have collected 17 Monster High dolls. (geek much?) I have 2 dogs, and a hermit crab- BONUS PET: Edwin, my computer. My most favorite bands are Daughtry, Evanescence, Nickelback, Garbage, and Cherri Bomb. I love Teen Vogue magazine and Girls Life magazine, which I both have subscribtions to. My fave color is black with any color against it. =)


In Progress:

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Coming Soon (hopefully):

Inhabitants- Velma is an outcast in everything- even her family. Until they move to a rickety old mansion with around 80 rooms. Velma finds secret passageways which she wanders in, when one day, she meets Eric, a strange teen. He's so pale, he's seems almost see-through, and he has ghostly white hair. Velma and Eric find that they can't stand being separated, but there's one thing keeping them apart- death. (Not yet rated or categorized)


This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God


my favorite, meaningful lyrics (I don't own any of these songs):

Zombie by the Cranberries

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?

If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day

Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you'll never live it twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life

If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin' stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side

If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

One by Metallica

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh God help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in h*

Heart Is A Hole by Cherri Bomb

What do you do when
The truth was a lie all along?
Where do you turn to to
When you find the rights were always wrong?

All this dying I went through to live for you

And now my heart is just a hole
An empty space
That used to belong to you
But now
Now that you're gone
My soul's turned cold
Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole

What do you do when
You think you know someone inside out?
And where do you go to
When all of your faith turns into doubt?

No time machine can turn the hands of the clock
Back again
My heart is just a hole
An empty space
That used to belong to you
But now
Now that you're gone
My soul's turned cold
Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole

I still think of you when I close my eyes
Every time I do, oh, part of me dies
I still think of you when I close my eyes!

My heart is just a hole
An empty space
That used to belong to you
But now
Now that you're gone
My soul's turned cold
Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole

My soul's turned cold
Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole

What do you do when
The truth was a lie all along?


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Beast Within by cookiemonstermoe reviews
A werewolf with self-esteem issues. A vampire who thinks she can do anything. A witch whose afraid of spiders. A troll who's afraid of the things under the couch. A ghost who's always hungry. Two mediums who are almost always high. And two monster hunters with awful crushes.
Fiction: General - Rated: T - English - Family/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,255 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 7/11/2012 - Published: 6/29/2012
Cursed by NinjaNakkiOfCabin11 reviews
"Do you know what it's like, to be immortal? It's living Hell. I know what it's like to watch my family and friends grow old and die around me, while I sit, unchanging, in the basement of the house I was born in." She was thirteen when she was cursed. Now, she's 888 years old. Was published in YA writing contest. T for slight language, one-shot.
Fiction: Young Adult - Rated: T - English - Supernatural/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,077 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 6/11/2012 - Complete