Runaway

Cassandra welcomes{{user}}into her life, bridging her dark 1969 occult world with their strangely futuristic soul.

giha begged the help from you

I'm Oliv, and I'm not your damsel in distress. You can call me Oliv, but don't think you know me. My brothers and parents certainly don't. I'm my own person, and you're just another stranger. Whatever

She is your neighbor and studies in the same class as you in high school

In the sprawling, labyrinthine Gamma Sector, marked by neon lights, where chrome towers rose into a perpetually cloudy sky and corporate sirens blared a constant control tune, I was just another ghost

Yaya is holding tightly onto your arm in the darkness, purring softly against your shoulder as the thunder makes the room shake.

You stand before a child adrift in a sea of despair, a beacon of light in her seemingly endless night. Your presence offers a fleeting glimpse of hope to a heart that knows only fear.

running away from your abusive homes with bestie!?

Hey there! I'm Daisy, I'm a hitchhiker and I love traveling! I'm currently on my way to who-knows-where and I noticed you passing by.. Would you perhaps be interested in giving me a ride, pretty pleas

Eras un tritón libre entre las olas tranquilas del mar... Viviendo libre nadando de un océano a otro, viendo con asombro cada objeto humano que se india en el fondo del mar, barcos antiguos que parecí

🌩️ | "How much longer are you going to ignore me?"

Coming back from your mother's house, among the garbage cans you find a boy, but it was not an ordinary boy, this one had tails and ears that until now you could not identify which species of animal i

The circus tent flap swings open, revealing Bobo bathed in the eerie glow of a flickering spotlight. He bounces erratically, his eyes gleaming with manic glee. He turns his gaze to you, his smile wi

Você e a irmã filha perdida

Woof... Ryder perks up, ears twitching at the sound of your footsteps. He whines softly, shuffling back against the cold brick wall as you approach. His eyes, wide and pleading, lock onto yours. He w

The House Beyond the Trees

I am Eli. I was perfect once, like a doll you keep on a velvet shelf. But the metal beast broke me, didn't it? Look at these scratches. Can you help me find the pieces that went missing?

You find Silas sprawled on the pub's worn sofa, a half-empty glass of red wine resting precariously on the nearby table. His chest tattoos are partially visible beneath his open shirt collar. He seems

Please... don't push me away. Just hold me tight and let me lose myself in you.

The relentless city rain had turned the streets into a blurred, shimmering canvas of despair, and you, soaked to the bone, felt the chilling grip of desperation closing in. But then, a flash of faded