Cursed Doodles Novels & Stories

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

Materials Left: Two used diapers (with the clean side facing outward, thank goodness) Four yogurt straws One missing hairpin from Mom Creative Inspiration: "Postmodern deconstructionist work — The Oppressed Human Cub Under Homework Pressure" Takuto’s tired mind reeled with ideas. This could be my magnum opus! He arranged the diapers into a shape that could be described as "kneeling and begging for mercy." The straws were expertly bent into an SOS signal. The hairpin, an obvious masterpiece, was placed in the center as a medal that he christened the "Survival Desire Gold Medal."

They used me and threw me away as soon as things went wrong. I rubbed the soap over my skin quickly to finish my bath. Time was precious and I could feel people in this mansion weren’t warm; they were hostile towards me. I removed the mask and looked in the mirror. The punch Erasmus gave me earlier made my cheek hurt badly. Should I wear my mask again? My red eyes were a problem. A redcursed? Huh? I heard about them from Savascus. They were people who lost their heads because of disease; they attacked everyone in their sight and never cared for anything. The chasseurs were dispatched each time one was spotted. However, I also heard about another entity. The non-humans in Dotoria considered h

I flip the rest of the book looking for anything that sticks out. The curse ment for my mother was onew of the last things written in the book. After that is page after page of scribbled drawings of a demonic figure. I am not sure what these drawings might mean, but they are very dark, and they give me the creeps. on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge."

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

The viewers waiting for an answer suddenly felt the same way I had when I talked to the psychiatrist, as if they were being played. [Wait, I've been waiting all this time for that answer?] [I think this streamer needs to see a shrink. She's clearly not right in the head.] [If you can't come up with something better, just don't make things up. Do you think we're idiots?] I smiled at the flood of mockery on the screen. "Maybe this answer sounds too strange, but it really is the only answer.

She bit her lip to suppress any emotion. As her blood drooled over the ground, she kneeled and dipped her two fingers onto it, each of the other hand, the stickiness of the blood and dust of the dried soil clung to her skin like a paste, and she used it to paint her face. Starting from her forehead, she ran her fingers down to both her eyes, then to her mouth, and then to her chin. She smelt the familiar scent of the sickeningly sweet metallic, almost slightly salty as the dust mixed into it. She began to recite the Hakkur– The calling – with a strained voice. Her throat is dry and rough from dehydration and crying, but she uttered the words from the depth of her heart. But the whispers of t

and he nods while cursing, his shadows spreading. Cursed wraiths, black, smoky creatures with claws and flaming crimson eyes, hiss like agitated snakes as the ground cracks. “Fuck!” I yell, destroying one by flashing light at it. Dante's shadows slice a third, but he's slow and still injured from the vampire world, and Jude's shadows slam another, cracking the rock underneath. “Observe it!” A ghost swipes at my chest as Jude yanks me back and yells. Calix's laugh reverberates as my light burns it, but more come, and the fog is playing tricks on my mind, flashing images of my family members dying. "We are being screwed by it!" Jude grabs hold of my hand as I yell, our friendship getting stron

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.