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Tammy - By Julez

Tammy was a tormented teen, she didn’t have many friends, actually, she didn’t have any friends at all. All her classmates thought she was weird. She lived with her own rotten evil grandma.she was sent to live with her evil rotten grandma after her parents died in a car crash when she was two.

 There’s not a moment that Tammy remembers ever being happy, her grandma was not a stable woman but every time they went out together, Tammy remembers her gran putting on this big act like she was the best person in the world. At home, it was a different story she used to beat Tammy and make her eat off the floor and sometimes she would lock her in the loft. On rare occasions,when they went out of the house no one ever noticed how unhappy she was and the bruises and wounds were always covered. 

When Tammy started school her grandma warned her about telling tales and if she said anything about what went on at home, no one would believe her and she would be punished. There was no chance of that happ…

Thrillz Of Heelz

The Thrills of Heels
Dallas Owns Your So Called “Man Hood” They Call Her Miss Texas Terror


A woman is studying human sexuality. But her studies are deemed controversial and she can't get funding for her research so she starts kidnapping "test subjects" and experimenting with how best to turn an unwilling participant into a sex slave. She videotapes and documents everything, meticulously. A woman is studying human sexuality. But her studies are deemed controversial and she can't get funding for her research so she starts kidnapping "test subjects" and experimenting with how best to turn an unwilling participant into a sex slave. She videotapes and documents everything, meticulously. A couple of times, things go too far and she has to get rid of the bodies...


“I want you to bring me somewhere comfortable,” Ms Dallas said.

“Put my feet up. Bring me a glass of wine…”


“Sure thing, madam.” Said the male. Who was the so called, “Test Subject”.


    She stared into hi…

Mental Mayhem

Nikaro! The Story Of The Retarded Killer! 
The People of Shiloh, Tennessee use to think he was a mental retard. Other People of the town speculate that the character that Nikaro portrays is a gimmick to get away with cold-blooded murder. Nikaro is nocturnal, an insane insomniac that isolates himself from society for being mentally handicap. Would his murders be justifiable if they were acts of protecting his mother from the terrible pain of having to live in horrible situations every day? Just for being the way they are and being forced to stay in a society that is full of sick venomous people preventing them from leaving. 




     My adventure starts by meeting the ‘Killers Mother’. Brenda. 36-year old woman that is in the toughest scenario to escape that she has ever been in her life. She lives in constant fear and often feels hopeless having a son who is not much help either when it comes to contributing. Brenda had to deal with the grief of giving birth to a stillborn. Going through tr…

Deleted From The System #3

Can you tell the difference between night and day? 
Trapped in this basement for so long. 
We have confirmation of a new threat. 
The biggest threat of them all. 

..Wake up 
Wake up child you must awaken! 
Your task is not finished. You must finish! 
The wind will guide you to the light. 
The light will guide you pass the darkness. 
You will reach your destiny. 
The destiny you will receive is the key USB.
The USB is a unit that contains evidence on Mason's killer. 
Wake up we have work to do. 

All of us were trapped in the system. The system had our souls. 
The system created itself and had the power to collect souls. 
Everyone died but their image of their body came back to form to live again. 
Inside the system there is laws that the people must follow. 
The system has a Virus which is killing the system from within. 
We must delete the Virus. However our best man for the Job. 
He happens to be in love with The Virus. 
Eliminating both subjects is an impossible task. 
We must work together. 

40 Days…

Deleted From The System #2

We write code
That's what we do?
The barney has hit the purple.
She has took the bait?

The war is on.
The second one has dropped.
Get Ready!

Give me five and I will give you nine.
Rog Dat
Six code?
I got it from here mate.

Twin Twins are twins right?
We got her in sight captain.
Shoot her.
We have eliminated target.

We can play now.
We will continue to work.
Why? Why can't we enjoy this victory?
We continue and we must.

The kids have no voice in this era.
The kids will have to fight for US.
The future is bright. We have been eliminated.
The track has continued we lost 4 forts.

I have the codes to the next game
We must use them wisely. We almost lost everything.
She continues to dance in the mirror.
I love the way she smiles at herself.

Why don't you show the pretty smile to the world?
Why do you show us just your lips.
This add is getting deep. This deep is getting added.
The heart is black and it must be white.
We can't do nothing about it. She is funny.
She is comedy an…

DA Pilot! Brutal Horror

HELLO! We meet again my old friend...Now if you have a weak heart and can't take sick stuff I suggest you click that X button and get out of here because in the RyFy Zone, anything is possible! Never say never! You don't like our crappy pictures well okay then we will continue bringing you crappy pictures do the day I die and then the RZ will be over. For this story I met a very special person online! She is one of the many coolest members I have! Editor was so bad ass on this one! ENJOY FOLKS! ENJOY! 

Here We Go >
“What you know Summer’s?” 
“The pilot is still alive!” 

I was investigating my first case of this sick twisted town called Washberg. This town has given me the creeps from day one. People that were troubled all gathered here to hide from the massive society all over Earth. This place is located on an island isolated from the evil corporations and we as the people fled from other countries thinking this was true freedom. Boy were we wrong, so wrong. 
Finding the journa…