Blurry Stories

A collaboration of ideas that have the potential to become great works.

You have received a beautiful dress and some lingerie from The Duke Of Vaults a wealthy, vampire that hasn't been seen or talk about anywhere but your location. The letter says that you must wear these clothes as part of the deal. Realizing this must be revenge for the money your own father stole from him. You were never close to your father since he would drink, smoke and gamble so much to the point you stop caring for him. Your father gave your mother hell or fights wherever he went. You lived alone and having a career of becoming a writer. Of course You never know the vampire in person until he tells you why he's doing this. You undress for him as he demands. Although you feel humiliated being exposed by his vulnerable presence, Duke steals your heart and you give him your virginity. After that Duke throwing cruel words at you and leaves her, unaware that your pregnant with his child. You and Duke were now sworn enemies but the worse part of all everyone knew.

He was bullied and beaten. He let his mind take over. He had nobody and he has bad mental health issues. Tyler is only 15 and his mind controls his life, he has no friends and nobody is here to save him. Until Josh. Josh Dun comes along and tries to help Tyler battle his mind that he called Blurryface or Blurry for short. He meets new friends and goes through a lot of shit until eventually the battle with Blurry begins. All that matters is that Tyler defeats him and then and only then can he get on with life and enjoy it, but with an abusive parent and bad mental health issues it is gonna be hard. Can Josh save him? Can Tyler save himself and defeat Blurryface? Or will all end in tragedy........

(Short story) Tyler is a goner, he's been struggling with his thoughts for as long as he could remember. But now he's given up, Blurry wins. TW: Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to topics such as suicide, self halm, depression, self deprigation ect. (Stay safe). (Blurry's speech will be in bold)

It's the same thing I'm just a girl who loves to create art :)

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Her father was killed by a gang in front of her eyes,she couldn't understand what happened but,then she did and then hearing her sister's strange and scary death. She couldn't collect herself and here everything started. Listening to voices that doesn't exist now but, existed once in the past, schizophrenia and more things happened that forced her to be like that. Psychotic.

May you win the battle you never wanted to talk about.

Can matters of the heart unfold naturally, or do we possess the power to compel them to let go and move on?

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When their eyes met in the middle of the running train, they know it's that time where the background becomes blurry, the fast speed becomes slow, the people around just disappears, and their heart beats an unusual speed.

cover by @DevilshWritings Luly is 17 She has enough problems on her own with depression anxiety and PTSD but she has a lily list Things she wants to do before she dies and she forgets it on the subway August is 18 a handsome man with fame and money he was on the subway when he saw the paper and he was determined to find luly but in their time together time she is dying but they seem to forget that until rock bottom "August I am very sad to...say but I've hit rock bottom"I said as I held onto to the phone for dear life

Sometimes the insane are the only ones who are truly sane And if your reading this you must be truly insane

They think I'm insane. Everyone thinks I'm insane. Hell, if you knew what I had done or what I had seen, you'd think so as well. How do I know this? Well it's because every human being is the same. They're all selfish, arrogant and thick-skulled. Still don't believe me? Well I'll tell you my story, then you'll see that I was right. Then you'll see, just how cruel the world truly is. Although I must warn you, you're being lied to. No-one is telling the truth. But hey, that's what I'm here for. I'll tell you a true story... my story.

Another one. For you to read. Or anyone. Who likes to read. Poetry is in me. And I let it free. Let me be me. Here is me.

This here, is a place where I feel okay to write about my feelings. Sometimes in English, sometimes in French. Maybe you could relate to my words? I hope you won't, cause it wouldn't be good for you...

It's hard to think about living without the ones you love, which is why I would take my own life for her. If she is going to fucking die the only way I can rest in peace is if I know she is alive...