Reddit Collection (Fresh-Short #9) - DeYtH Banger (best smutty novels .txt) 📗

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28/06/2017

 

 

by DeYtH Banger

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drugs aren't the right way,

Even kissing for 59 Hours,

Isn't again the right thing.

 

…

 

Okay love is love….

But it's with it's own

Limitations.

 

 

You should know the "Begging" and the "End".

Of it…

 

….

 

Limits… and Limits

 

Typical school… silence… lower pitch and higher pitch voice, you all lose the whole picture of fun.

 

But that's the place which put it in our bodies

Limits like for example.

 

 

Knowledge = Repeations
You won't pass if you don't REPEAT!

 

 

…

 

The worst of all we never even got up to the part when theory becomes an action. School didn't say that "We all are unique", but it said that we all are one big one in other words we all are the same…

 

THE SAME, THE SAME, THE SAME, THE SAME

 

Oximoron, Aphorisms and Platon!

 

Dreams

07/07/2017

 

 

by DeYtH Banger

 

 

My name is Daniel Fardigam and I am FBI Agent

….

…..

So you did made your own research and you didn't find me?… Normal, I lied about my name just for safety meassures.

…

But your curiousity is very Normal, probably some of you won't reach the text up to here. Mainly because I lies!

…

But Now I am going to be honest!

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If I see a cop and he wants something from me… I will want from him, Legitimate!

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Probably your actions are the same as Mine!

…..

Let's start with the whole nightmare!

…

I have written a report for this case, but mysterious it gone in thin air. Sounds like a dumb joke, but I really  lost it. (Note: Probably you now think that I am playing games with you, but I am not.)

 

 

….

Vicious and Suspicious… Super-Natural stuff started  happening in USA.

 

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL.

 

 

 

 

If you wake up… in the morning and you don't have any external or internal wounds, consider yourself as a lucky person.

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

 

 

It's Normal, to question his existence and to have plenty of questions, which all are about him. If I start writing your questions down… each one of them!

I'm reality it's going  to take me few days and still it's not going to boost this story. It's just going to make it - BORING!

 

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

 

 

He is nothing more, nothing less than what Nighmares are made of!

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

 

 

 

When you turn off the lamp/s in your room, that's the moment when he is aggressively attacking. Put it as a comfort zone for this Super-Natural Killer.

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

 

 

 

His methods are not irrevocable.

 

 

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

 

 

(Note: I hate repeation, so let's name this guy "ChainSaw Dream Killer")

The ChainSaw Dream Killer, his killings are with penetration and precisely made.

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

When you put your lights On, you don't see anybody… you just see an empty room… which means only you are in this room. But still there are some of your stuff. Which truly makes your room not empty at all!

 

 

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

 

He likes to adjust the crime scene/s. The way he likes to.

 

 

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

 

If you have any kind of Nightmares, it's from him a sign that he is comming for you. Most cases if he comes for you people say (P.S. : The Survivors = The People.) that if he wants you… in most cases he could "seduce you" with erotic dreams and while you are seduced... After time passes..  probably an hour… two hours…. HE STRIKES!

 

 

Don'T spell his,

        Name

Don't say It,

Don't Listen…

WHAT HE IS GOING TO OFFER,

He IS THE DEVIL

Other Stories

 by Various Authors

 

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My Wife Has Changed Me

 by UNIT #522

 

 

"I'm getting another drink honey,do you want anything?"

I say as I look at my beautiful wife ."No thanks baby " she says as she gives me that gorgeous smile I love so much . I met her about 3 years ago and let me tell ya, she really has changed me. I get up from the bed with my empty glass in hand (we were having a marathon of the 3rd season of American Horror Story, I personally think the 2nd season was way better.)

 

"Be right back" I say with a smile just before I leave our bedroom. As I'm standing in the kitchen filling my glass , my hand starts to twitch

"what timing" I say.

 

 

My wife really has changed me , I no longer go on those "late nights" , I no longer look at the missing persons section of the local paper and smile, I'm no longer that monster I used to be . But still there are certain "features" that surface from time to time. It's a good thing I left the bedroom when I did . That way, she couldn't see the long sharp black nails protrude from my fingertips as my hand twitched , she couldn't see my eyes glow red in that split second , she couldn't see the horror that is my true form. It only takes a couple of seconds for me to go back to normal ,

 

....I guess I dodged a bullet there.

SuperNatural #1

 by AndoraAnaheim

 

 

 

When I was a little girl, like 6-8 or thereabouts, I went with my mom to visit an aunt of her's. I was bored, as little girls visiting old ladies are, and I had wandered up to the second story of the house to play by myself.

There was this big balcony up there with these sliding glass doors, and these really floaty, flimsy curtains over them. I decided that great fun was to be had by twirling around under this curtains, then walking away to let them be dragged off my face. Little kids, as you do.

 

Now the problem is that these curtains were RIGHT above the stairs. There was no railing or anything, it was just a straight drop eight feet down to the first floor, onto the hard as fuck stairs. Little me didn't think about this during my game.

 

So after a couple goes at it, I start my twirling again, curtains over my eyes so I can't see anything, and start walking. And then I felt a hand grab at the back of my shirt, pulling me back hard enough to stop walking, and felt another hand, very distinctly a hand, grab at the curtain over my face and pull it back, to show that I was standing right at the edge of the drop-off.

 

Thing being, when I turned around, thinking it was my mom or aunt, there was absolutely no one there, not in the room, not near me, nothing.

 

So I screamed like a banshee and ran downstairs wailing.

That was when my mom's aunt decided to tell me and mom that like 80 years ago in the house, a woman had died on the second floor a few days before her wedding, from whatever young women died of in the early 1900's, and she'd never hurt anyone, but sometimes they'd see her standing by the window looking out, or just randomly roaming around on the second floor.

 

I mean it was actually nice of her to stop me from breaking my face open on the stairs, but it was still pretty overwhelming for me as a little kid who had no clue.

Story #2