TIMESTAMPS 0:00 romanian folk dance III andante 1:08 the English affair 3:14 ancient airs and dances suite no.3 6:20 run with me 9:35 wyden down 13:05 nocturne in b-flat minor op.9 no.1 18:52 six pisces valse sentimentale 21:17 piano trio in a minor 23:18 variations on rococo theme 25:57 nocturne and tarantella op.28 31:53 bitter milk 38:35 none but the lonely heart 42:17 sweet sorrow 45:10 franz sheubert piano trio no.2 in e-flat minor 48:29 a heart made of yarn 51:53 once upon a december 56:26 suspicion; sherwood roberts

the only sinister thing in my boarding school was when some dumbass threw milk out of the window and I had to clean it up because the staff thought I was the one who did it

To everyone who are reading when listening to this song: you will get A+ on every subject

"I kept hearing them last night. It kept me awake, I couldn't sleep." "What? The cries from the halls again?" "No, it's not that. This time they were whispers. From the wind. The trees. The woods outside our dormitory." "What were they saying?" "...run."

I watched as student after student went missing never to be seen again. I watched as parents prayed their lost child would be found. I watched as teachers searched for the missing students in all the wrong places. I watched as friends sobbed over their friends disappearing into the night. I watched. But no one ever watched me, the student who made everyone disappear in the first place...

POV: You're looking for the wattpad writers and poets in the comments Edit: why tf did 845 of you like this, go give some love to the writers not me-

Dark and difficult times lie ahead harry

POV: Sixteen. Sixteen missing students. Sixteen dead bodies found in the woods behind the school. Sixteen days since your roommate disappeared during the night while you slept. Eight days since they found a new body in the woods behind the school. Eight days since your roommate was found dead. You have an inkling now, an idea of what was happening. Your roommate knew, it's what got them on the growing list of dead students. Your roommate knew, and it got them killed. Someone found out that they knew somehow, and now they're dead. You should leave it alone, you know you should. It'll only bring pain and death and trouble and danger. If you follow the inkling of a feeling, you'll only end up another dead body in the woods. But you can't leave it alone, not when the staff are so secretive about everything. Not when you think that the police is in on it. Not when not doing anything will lead to more deaths, will keep the dead from getting the justice they deserve. Not when your sibling in all but blood was murdered for it. And so, one night, in the dark with nothing but the light of the moon, you pry open the floorboards of your room. It's so empty now that they're gone, but you're doing this for them. You remove stacks of paper, books, a board with colored string all over it, and photos from the small hidden space in the floorboards. You pour over the research your friend has left behind, you put the pieces together the same way they did. Eventually, in the dead of night, you sneak out the window, armed with nothing but a switchblade and your flashlight to light the way, and creep into the forest behind the school. Let the search begin.

Ok not to brag but I just started at a new boarding school in the middle of the year and the drama is so real. Everything is so much more dramatic when you can run across the grounds to cry next to a statue and a fountain ngl. Anyway I came for the drama and it's a little too much right now.

hello maladaptive daydreamers how has your day been going

I was about to die because of homework. Well, not anymore-

book recommendations with this vibe: ninth house the raven cycle reverie the cheerleaders truly devious series My Plain Jane the inheritance games this savage song duology the school for good and evil series wilder girls hex hall series throne of glass series shadow and bone series (mainly the first book) the unwanteds series series of unfortunate events The Grimrose Girls Gallant What Big Teeth

"Clarice?" She stared at me in silence. Her arms were clutched around a thick Chemistry textbook. "Nice to see you again, Lillian." She smiled faintly before striding off down the hallway. My fingernails bore into the sleeve of my uniform. I took off down the corridor, mind racing. *How is she alive?* I didn't see her at lunch. I waited as I bit into an apple, throwing glances at the double doors leading out of the lunchroom, but she never came. Nathan even paid notice to me and asked if I was alright, but I waved him off, and he shrugged and continued talking to his loud friends. When I arrived at Maths class, she was sitting straight-backed in the front seat of the class. I stopped before her. She looked up at me and smiled, and with great restraint, I smiled back before heading towards my seat near the back where she had once sat beside me. She answered every question right, even joined the high-achievers in writing and solving equations on the blackboard. As I furiously scribbled down the answers I had gotten wrong, I noticed even her handwriting had changed to become nicer and neater. That evening, I found Clarice had been moved to a different dormitory, to Dormitory A-4, where the more intellectual kids slept. The more I thought about it, the more it didn't make sense. I could still remember the warmth of her blood on my hands, of the coolness of the butter knife I had stolen from the cafeteria, of the sound of her breath stopping. I grabbed at my head, I could feel the familiar creep of insomnia, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. I got up out of bed and pulled on a jacket and some flats to avoid the clicking of shoes with heels. I pulled a pair of scissors out from under my bed and stuffed it in my jacket pocket for good measure. It'd be foolish to try and attack Clarice again, but under that peaceful, smiling facade was probably a face full of resentment and hatred. I carefully stepped over the boards that I've come to know of and their creaking habits, careful not to disturb anyone in their sleep. Once outside of dorm C-6, I slipped down the hallway and up the stairs, up towards the A floor level. The "A kids" all slept in separate rooms, unlike my stuffy 4-person room, so I didn't need to be wary of others waking as I picked the lock to A-4 and opened it slowly. Her room was spotless, almost vacant. If it weren't for the books stacked on her desk and her sleeping body in her bed, I would've thought the dormitory didn't belong to anyone. I crept up towards her bed next to the window; her arms were folded over her stomach and her comforter like a dead person in a coffin. She even took the shade of a sickly pale under the cool moonlight. I crept up close to her, and slowly brushed her hair away from her neck to check for a scar just over her collarbone where I had stabbed her. "Good evening." I jolted away from the very awake girl. Her eyes shot wide open. "Fancy seeing you here, Lillian." She sat up and got out of bed. "Now tell me, what are you doing in my room?" "I just wanted to see what an A-class dormitory looks like. That's all." I lied poorly as my hand slowly moved towards my jacket pocket. Her expression was stoic. "I don't believe you." "That scar, it's not there anymore." She let out what seemed to be a chuckle. "They stitched me up pretty good." I couldn't hold it in anymore. I had to know. "Who stitched you up? No, how are you even alive?" She paused. "Do you know why a lot of world-renowned doctors and surgeons study here, Lillian?" I pondered. "I thought it was because of the highly advanced tech in our labs?" "That's where you're wrong." Her tone was firm yet soft. She wasn't making any sense. "It's so they can perform miracles. They can make you more beautiful, more intelligent, more driven. They can make you perfect, only if you'd ask." Her eyes were wide now, and a smile was plastered wide on her face. "You see, when you did what you did, they found me and resurrected me. They replaced all my damaged organs, and they gave me intelligence beyond anything I've ever experienced." She stepped forward, and I backed up, only to hit a desk. "Because of you, Lillian, I'm perfect now. I'm not even *mad* that you did what you did! I'm even willing to repay the deed." It was then that I noticed a glimmer in her hand; a silver, long knife was clenched in her hands. I snatched the scissors out of my coat pocket and pointed them at her. "Don't. Clarice don't." Her smile stretched so wide her lips started to crack and bleed. "Oh, but Lillian, I must! You must know what it's like to be a genius, to have paths opened up that were closed off before!" Her voice lowered to a whisper. "It'll only hurt a bit, you needn't worry. It'll all be over soon." I grabbed a book from her desk as she ran at me, and threw the hunk of calculus equations at her frail body. She tumbled, and I started out of the room when a hand grabbed my foot, and everything went black as my head hit the corner of a table.

OH MY GOSH I CANT WAIT TO SLEEP TONIGHT AND MAKE UP AN ENTIRE MOvie in

to anyone reading this: your music taste is superior edit: thanks for all the cute responses!! i’m so happy rn :D

POV: You followed your best friend in horror as you watched them carry a body bag to the forest. They set the body down and grabbed the hidden shovel beside a tree. they began to dig a hole for the body. you stood beside them not saying a word. after they dug the hole they placed the body into the hole. "I'm sorry for doing this to you...but that's how life is". Your friend shrugged their shoulders while taking pulling down the body bag to see their victim's face one last time. You began to shake and your eyes widen in fear. as you started to scream, cry. Begging your friend to stop burring them because that dead body you just saw...was you.

POV: You wake up in the middle of the night to someone knocking- no, practically pounding- on your door. You glance over at your roommate Natasha on the bunk next to you, she seems unperturbed, as if she cant hear. "Damnit, open the door!" yells a distinct male voice from the outside. You hurry to do so and am greeted by a familiar face. "What the hell? What is the meaning of this?!" You exclaim, indignant at being woken up at 3 am, considering you had class in a few hours. He ignores you and reaches for your hand. "I'm sorry, just please trust me. Come on." He pleads, trying to drag you out into the hallway. Annoyed, you scan the surroundings. Everything looks to be ordinary. Before you can ask any more questions, a shrill alarm pierced the silent night. Suddenly, classes become your least priority. Instinct tells you to run. But where to? You look back at Natasha, who has been suspiciously quiet during this entire rather loud ordeal. "Leave her, she's probably dead by now!" he says, as he grabs you and pulls, apparently not concerned about formality anymore. As you run through the hallways, a thick smoke begins to cloud your vision. "hello?" you choke, as you turn to find the source of the gas. Then you see them. You see what you're are running from. Your eyes widen in terror as you gasp.... Edit: for those of you asking, I really dk what came next, feel free to come up with your own version! :))

the statues were beautiful and you weren’t so scared to be away from home after all that is until they started screaming for help in the dead of night that you realized what was happening

I WOULD DIE TO GO TO AN ELITE DARK ACADEMIA VIBE BOARDING SCHOOL

POV: You're the custodian here. Burying bodies is a normal thing for you, considering the cutthroat atmosphere of this academy. "What are you doing out here?" A voice called to me. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I scoffed. A student, out in the middle of the campus woods at this hour. "Would that I cared enough, I'd be asking you the same thing." I said to her, continuing to dig. A mound of freshly turnt earth lay at my feet, and a recently retrieved cadaver. Whoever it was this time, I did not care. It was just another body. As my spade hit the ground again, raising it one final time, I hoisted the corpse and tossed it lackadaisically into its final resting place. "If you really want to know..." I began, my eyes narrowing as I turned to the girl, who stood alert as anyone in this damn academy should be. Good that she didn't let her guard down, even around a lowly janitor such as myself. "I'm cleaning up after you lot, what else is new?" Letting out a sigh, I pointed to her clenched hand. A bloody knife, as I figured. Still... "What've you got in your hand there." I posed the rhetorical question, watching her extend her hand forward, revealing a polished blade glazed in sanguine filth. Pressing the bridge of my nose with two of my fingers, I let out a sigh. "I'll take care of that evidence of yours." Talking to killers was not out of my skill set. "You ought to go back to the dorms now, get some rest, this kind of shit is what they pay me for anyhow." A chuckle escaped me as I watched the student wordlessly leave. Tossing the knife into the hole with the body, it took mere minutes to replace the dirt and silt that I had disturbed, leaving a clean grave. One among hundreds. Doubtless, I'd be burying her next. Edit: Wattpad is BigSaladBar :)

"You- They- The staff... they were the ones who killed you?" You looked up at the crying ghosts of your dead classmates. They nodded all at once "We never went near the woods like they say we did," They floated near the walls, shivering as it towered over them. "These walls were never built to keep us safe. They were built to trap us in here- to make sure we can't run from them." They looked at you, determination and fear written across their tear-stained faces. "You must escape, we cannot allow another murder to take place. We'll help you escape."

POV: England, 1941: "Oh God, how long must I suffer here?" Nine-year-old Anna Clyde whined impatiently as she swung her feet against the leathered seats of the taxi. "I've been rotting away in this taxi for ages, when will we finally reach the school?" "Patience, dear," her older sister, Bridget, said, not looking up from the newspaper, and tucked a strand of her bright red hair behind her ear. Sweet Bridget, always reading, always intelligent. Bridget never minded waiting, for it meant she could read. On the rare occasion when she had brought nothing to read, Anna could watch Bridget's mind formulating and concocting its own stories, or revising or calculating. Although at this point in time, Bridget's patience was quite irritating for Anna. She glanced at the paper Bridget was holding. A man on the cover of the paper held a stern face as he spoke to a crowd of people. The tensions in Europe were higher than ever and like all the other children in Britain, Anna was being sent away to the countryside. To the mysterious manor of Westridge Academy for Young Girls and Ladies. Anna did not much mind being sent away. She never liked London much anyways, it smelled too much and everyone talked far too loudly for her enjoyment. Besides, everything had become far too lonesome, bore some and troublesome at home, especially since Papa had been gone at war for far too long. She was also much too excited for her new life at her new school to worry herself with thoughts of home. She thought of all the wonderful girls she would befriend and all the delightful things she would learn. Anna hoped the school would have good food, and serve lemon tarts once a while, for those were her favorite; and perhaps have a pony stable, oh how she longed to learn to ride. The taxi slowed to a stop on the dark gravel street. Anna looked out the window expectantly, to the place that was to be her home for goodness knows how long. But as she did, her smile faltered and a dark shadow passed over her young face. Westridge Academy, 1948 A shrill sound echoed throughout the school. The sound of a hundred demons, ringing a hundred bells and screaming a hundred curses. Anna could not rise, could not cry, could not react, for her bones were full of ash and her being was devoid of feeling. The scream echoed again, and Anna closed her eyes. Again and again the scream tore at her face, ripping her heart to shreds. Or attempted to, but found nothing but a graveyard of buried emotion and cobwebs. Anna could almost feel the blood that would be trickling down the marble floor, smell the agonized smell of pain and death. Feel the headmistress gripping a handful of once bright red hair, which would now be dulled and brown. The screams died down, and eventually subsided. That was when Anna knew, the sacrifice was finished. That was when Anna knew, her sister was dead. "Oh God," she whispered to herself, "how long must I suffer here?" edit: thanks for the lovely comments guys! my wattpad is @shym2509

POV: You hummed while making your way down the dark hallway. It was your first day here, and you barely remembered where your class was since the tour had been cut short to some unknown emergency. Your arms started to weigh down with the weight of the books you were carrying. There were a long list of rules, and one of them was that you had to carry three books in the hallways at all times. “It’s necessary for safety,” Was what the rule had said. It puzzled you, but you didn’t want to get in trouble on your first day. The floors were made of marble, and your school uniform’s shoes didn’t have the best grip. You called out as you tripped over something that wasn’t there. You rubbed your head and looked at the floor to examine what might have caused you to fall. You turned your head to the wall where you thought you heard giggling coming through it. You shook it off, you were probably just nervous. As you went to grab your books your hand brushed something cold. It was a brass handle attached to the floor. You reached for it and gave it a gentle pull, and it creaked as it revealed a dusty staircase. This is kinda cliche but I tried. wattpad; cupidsbeloved

Some people here who are daydreaming and weighting these povs, NEED to write books. Like you could be SO famous. I would buy that book. They don’t understand how TALENTED YALL ARE

I imagine this school being almost like an orphanage for rich kids who's parents left them there. Nobody really leaves for the weekends or the holidays. The protagonist is trying to comprehend the teacher's harsh lecture and avoiding to bother the bullies. I imagine this school having a lot of inside mystery between the teachers and sometimes students. Maybe some of the students are actually cases for a mental institution but their wealthy folks tucked them away there. One student, a small brunette girl, never attends classes , not being allowed to eat or share rooms with the others. The protagonist sometimes glimpses her running through the hallways, laughing, or playing the piano alone in the music room. There's a whole story why the supervisors wants to keep her separated and yet not sending her home.

“JANE RUN!” she screamed. I sprinted out of the office and down the corridors, I could hear their yells behind me, my heart was beating faster and faster. I turned a corner and slammed myself against a door and tumbled in a small room.” I quickly locked the door, tears were streaming down my face, I couldn’t see properly, my hands were shaking. I pressed my back against the door and held my breath. I could hear more shouting... “Where is she?” “Split up and find her!” “ _dead or alive_ “ I clamped my hands to my mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, silence finally came. What should I do now? Sam, Esther, Alice...they were all gone. Why did Mother and Father lie to me? The ones that I thought were my beloved had hoped me to die, even if I escaped, where would I go? They would find me, they always do. And Livia...oh, what will they do to her? What a idiot I have been! Why did I drag her into all this mess in the first place? I slid down and sat on the floor. Why, why, WHY?? But I couldn’t stay here for long, they’ll find me, the only way I can fix this, the only way I can bring justice to my friends is warn the others and escape. _escape_ I clenched my fists and stood up. I had to do this. I put my hand on the door knob, I took a deep breath and turned it. It was the only way Edit: I was just bored- please don’t take my writing seriously 💀 Edit n.2: my wattpad is @amphxtritc if anyone is interested :)

You sit in a darkened room while everything is quiet. Everyone went to bed already, so you have time to explore your new school. You get up from the comfy sofa in the corner of the room and decide to walk through the corridors. You hear music playing in the backround and now you want to find the room with the instruments so you can see who is playing this late. As you walk through the dark halls, only lightened with candles, you hear the music become louder - but it seems to be much further away than before. A cold feeling takes its place in your stomach and you turn around immeadiately. No one is behind you, but you feel another presence in the corridor. "Hello?", you whisper - not getting a response. You decide to ignore the feeling. A new song begins to play as you hear it become louder again. The new song is more beautiful as the last one and you walk faster to reach the room. When you finally arrived, you stand a few seconds infront of the door - unsure what to do. After a while, you open the dark wooden door and sneak into the room, slowly closing the door behind you. A student you haven't seen before is playing the piano and you wonder where the sounds of the other instruments come from. The playing stops and the student turns around. His brown, curly hair is covering his right eye and he wears glasses. He's dressed in an old fashion style, you guess it's from about 1850. He smiles gives you a sign to sit next to him. You do what he asked you to and sit next to him, feeling comfortable without a reason. You trust him, even though he hasn't even talked. After 30 minutes of listening to his music, you start to drift away - into a land of your own imagination. You lean your head on his shoulder and the last thing you feel before drifting off to sleep is the boy wrapping his arm around you, making you more comfortable than you already are. ~the end~ I am very sorry if any of this P.o.V was incorrect! I am a very young student living in Germany (I am something between 10 and 14), so I am not the best at speaking English. I hope you enjoyed reading this and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Something hides in the walls. Something leaves fingertip bruises on students at night, and dead animals in the corridor between classes. Something turns the food, until the kitchen is so noxious no one can eat. Something lives in the walls. Something lives in the forest. It's face sulks in the shadowed border, hauntingly beautiful. Some swear it's lost, confused. Some swear they can save it. Those that do are never the same. When moonlight touches the empty ballroom floor, the old house sings. The students plug their ears, and squeeze their eyes shut. The people who dance there don't touch the ground, leaping on moonlight. There is a restless thing inside you, waiting. It screams for earth, the taste of iron on your tongue, the sound of laughter brushing through tree leaves. It fills your mind with daydreams so sweet you can't taste the danger. There is a boy, handsome and dark, who watches from corners, whose fingers are stained black with charcoal. His broken crown glints iron silver in the golden yellow light, but no one seems to notice. His eyes seem to always follow you, dark and captivated. The library is always growing, though no books are ever purchased. They appear on the shelves at night, written in rushed cursive and illustrated with charcoal. The librarian doesn't question where the books come from, nor where they go day after day. There is a boy with charcoal stained fingers, and eyes the color of burnt wood. He is always busy writing, leaving instructions taped under desks. His eyes never leave you, like he might loose you if he looks away. Sometimes, when moonlight fills the halls you let the dance take you. The house smiles, paints you in white gowns, fills your head with thoughts of the forest and the dance, and waits. Everytime he knows. He guides you through, his charcoal fingertips leaving stains across your waist. When he holds you, the restless thing rests. In place of the forest, and the daydreams, and the dance, there is his crown, his hands, his eyes following you across the room. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he leads you from the waltz back into your skin. The restless thing lies, waiting, screaming, subdued.

"Are you okay? You look rather pale," a classmate of mine asked. I felt a shiver run down my spine as we carried on touring the halls of the school. "No, not really. Something in here gives me the creeps. This place feels almost as if it's a prison. Like there's a dark history engraved in the walls. One that I'm confident I should stay away from but cannot outrun." She probably thought I was crazy and got freaked out and left me to join my other classmates. They'll never understand. No one would. Maybe it's for the best. After all, ignorance is bliss. As the group turned a corner, a firm hand encased my arm and pulled me away from everyone. Before I could cry for help, the person covered my mouth, muffling my screams. "Shh, I'm not going to hurt you. If I let go, promise you won't scream." I nodded slowly. Once I was released, I turned around to see my captor, and I was met with curly brunet locks that fell over hazel eyes. "What are you doing?!" "I don't have time to explain, but I heard what you said, and they're real. There are sinister things out here, and people like us are the first targets. I have to go. Meet me in the courtyard at midnight. Alone. Do not tell anyone about this, and don't let anyone see you," with this, he left and didn't look back. I took a look at the crumpled note he handed me, "Mysteries are all fun and games until it becomes murderous with no way to escape or outrun it. -H."

Literally the plot of one of the stories I'm attempting to write-

giving me very much "series of unfortunate events" vibes

The sixty two dislikes are from boarding school rejects. Not cool man.

I'm not great with POV's, but the plot that comes to mind is the idea of a transfer student going to this boarding school that has an attractive professor that everyone fauns over. As one of the elite professor of the school, he created a club for the intelligent, where he deems students worthy and take them on as prodigies. You can't simply ask to join, you have to be invited by him through a handwritten letter. Your roommate really likes the professor, but you don't really care about him. He's just another professor, and definitely not your type. Overtime, something weird starts happening, and you realize it is only affecting students that are in the club. They seem...different, Just as you start to expect something strange, you see your roommate head into the professor's office, with an invitation in hand...

i come for the interesting titles I stay for the comments lol

While studying for the exam, the dark academia playlists are going very well.

pov: you were currently wondering why your socks were missing every morning. ever since you came to St. Xavier's Academy- well, more like forced by your step-mother, you noticed how weird the teachers and students were before going to bed. you also noticed how your roommate would lock up her wardrobe every night and would sometimes earn a pitiful stare from her. but you never questioned anyone why. well, not until today. you started asking your roommate about your missing socks and she would just fake a smile and laugh it off while saying, "You must have misplaced them somewhere." then you'd asked her about her pitiful stares the nights before and why she always locked her wardrobe before going to sleep. your roommate stayed quiet for a minute before saying, "It's not the first time someone's socks would go missing, dear," then she left the room, making you feel frustrated over her answers. you thought that if you asked anyone else, you'd get the same answers. so you stayed up that night. you left a pair of newly washed socks on the foot of your bed and pretended that you were asleep. after some time, you started to feel drowsy but your eyes shut open when you heard a creaking sound from the door in your room. you didn't hear any footsteps and wondered if it was just your imagination. but you felt a sudden coldness enter the room and heard a soft voice speak up from your right side of the bed, "I know you're awake." to be continued... 😂

This whole scenario is like if the movie "slaughterhouse rulez" wasn't a comedy

im literally in a whole different world right now

The way this is the exact plot and aesthetic of a game I was just playing last night-

This handsome and tall boy, whom you notice in class, for some reason always attracts your attention wherever you go. You see his shadow in corridors and halls, and if you close your eyes, you see his profile imprinted on the retina; wherever you go, you can smell a trace of his scent. You don't understand this obsession until you start noticing strange things. You follow the shadows, he is always one step ahead and as soon as you get close, he just disappears. You wander if your mind is playing with you or if there are secret passages that he knows about. Things are getting darker with the death of that girl, you can't even remember her name. No one can, you bet. But you can feel it in your heart, the boy in green is connected with all the mysteries in this school. You swear that you will find out what is going on and solve this riddle. I will solve you, Tom Riddle.

To me he was the sun. I adored him with my entire being. He was the only thing that kept me alive. If he was gone, then so was I. Even on the worst of days, I could just look at him and everything would be okay. But it wasn’t just me. Soren was beloved to mortals and gods alike. He was by far his fathers favorite son, and the humans came to him with all of their problems, so when I came to him asking for help, he simply did what had to be done, and left. I knew I shouldn’t have felt the way I did, but I couldn’t help it. I knew I was just another mortal to him, but my cruel heart did not care. I wanted him to be mine, and only mine. Maybe it was his golden hair, or the way that his aegean eyes shone whenever he smiled, but something about him drew me in. I started coming to him everyday with my problems, just to see him again. On my third visit he finally asked for my name. “Anthos.” I replied softly, my eyes glued to the ground. “Like the Greek word for flower…” He paused. “I like it.” And just like that, our improbable bond began.

Angelica cracked an eye open, looking around the darkened room. The coast was clear, it seemed. Bending over the side of the bed, she reached underneath to grasp at a flashlight before flicking it on. There was not a second to waste if she were to be back by morning. She crept through the halls, keeping the beam of light close to the ground. It wouldn't pay to get caught so soon - especially when she had no idea what punishment the school's faculty would have in store for sneaking around during curfew. Without a sound, she moved. Close to the wall, she could barely make out the scratching sound of quill on paper. Ducking under a window, the girl held her breath. The soft glow from an oil lamp made its way to the glass, clouding any view from her end - not that she would want to see what was inside anyway. The real object of her mission lay at the end of the hall. It was an ancient-looking grandfather clock, made of mahogany wood and with golden accents. It was a strange thing. They say that a broken clock is right twice a day, but this one was different. The difference is what sent her body convulsing in fear of what it could mean. Each time a child went missing, the time would shift forward. That ominous bell that sounded upon the striking of the hour would sound out during the night, waking her from her sleep and sending shivers down her spine. But in the morning, everyone would act as though nothing had happened. And life went on. Angelica couldn't help but wonder what had happened to those children. She hadn't known all of them personally, but they were all relatively nice, albeit a bit mischievous. The last one though, was what forced her to act. Her best friend had disappeared. It was not someone she could easily forget. Her disappearance is what caused her to recollect all of the others. It's what spurred her forward, afraid but determined. The clock now read "eleven o'clock", though the time slowly approached midnight. Angelica laid a hand on the base of the clock and ran it upward along the glass front. There was a keyhole that appeared to seal the casing shut. The beam of her flashlight shone inside, a glare streaming back to her. She could see her reflection in the glass - the color of her eyes took on a fearsome shade in the dim lighting. Beyond herself, she could spy the lyre pendulum and weights. Normally the lyre is metal, just for show, but those long bits seemed too thin to be anything other than real lyre strings. Jiggling the door with both hands, it remained locked. With a sigh, she turned away, before her eye caught onto a shining glint on the ground. It looked to be a key. "That's weird," she spoke in a whisper, "Why would the key just be out in the open like that?" In a crouch, she crossed over to pick up the small object. It fit right in the palm of her hand. It had a round head and little teeth. There was a small engraving that she could see when she ran the light over it. LHS were the initials carved into the metal. Angelica wondered what it could mean. With furrowed brows, she left back to the clock. She needed to hurry if she were to crawl her way back to bed before the Sisters made rounds. She fitted the key into its hole. It slid in without any pressure, and it made a small click when she turned it. Feeling the smooth texture of the glazed wood under her fingertip, Angelica opened the door. She reached out to stroke the strings of the lyre, drawn to its glimmering wire. It seemed as though they were exuding a sweet music before her. But before she could touch them - "I see you've taken an interest in our Grand Father of time," a voice erupted from behind her. She knew it anywhere. That was the voice of Sister Pearson. It was never a good idea to cross her. "Sister Pearson, I-" "You what, child? Wanted to take a closer look? By all means," she gestured with an open hand for Angelica to turn back toward the clock, "look." All of the blood drained from Angelica's face as she felt a wave of dread pass over her. Slowly, she did as she was told and turned her head to face the clock, which now felt imposing over her small form. She leaned in to further inspect the lyre when the dripping voice of Sister Pearson rang out again, this time right beside her ear. It made her heart jump into her throat, skin prickling on end. It all happened so fast. Right before she was shoved into the body of the clock, the words registered in her mind, and her flashlight clattered to the ground. "Give my blessings to the others for me." The clock struck twelve.

"Oliver, this isn't a good idea." "Come on, what harm can there be in it? I know my trade." "Stealing is not a trade. Well, you fit right in with the others." "What others?" "The other boys. The thieves, the poachers, the drinkers, and the smokers." Oliver Twist smiled. This was nothing new to him. He had been swept off the streets of London into this boarding school after some time of being under the guidance of Bill Sikes and Fagon. They were worse than what was here. But poor David Copperfield, he had a weak nature, and was not hardened yet. By gosh! he still had the sign round his neck stating, 'I bite.' If it were Oliver, he would have gotten rid of that rediculous relic as soon as it had been placed round his neck like a dog. Yes, Oliver had the makings of a criminal in him, thanks to the beatings. But David's beatings had made him weaker. Only Oliver saw his true potential, and he would introduce him to the other boys by stealing what little lunch they had left.

You walk down the crowded halls your academy, students whispering and staring at each-other. The disappearances of students and staff have been putting everyone on edge. You see to of your close friends talking and run up to them “Hey, what’s up you two?” You question the pair, your bag swinging from side to side as you run forward. One sighs and explains that they got detention for talking about the many missing students and staff from around campus. You chuckle and shake your head, “That’s most likely because that’s a fear invoking topic, the school has a strict rule on not speaking of things that might cause mass panic.” Your other friend nods along while you explain why they should probably try to be a bit more careful, clearly agreeing with you. Your friend who received detention shook their head with a frown “Well, I have to get to detention, I’ll talk to you guys later.” Your friend walks away, you and your other companion watch them as they turn the corner. That night, you sat on your bed with a book in hand, soft piano playing from your record player. Your friend hadn’t returned from detention yet, you were getting worried. You hadn’t flipped the page in thirty minutes, you just couldn’t take your mind off of your friend. Suddenly, you heard a scream. You jumped off of your bed and bolted out of your dorm, you went to the source of the scream and found a few students staring into a classroom. You approached the door and your eyes widened in shock. Your friend was laying on the floor. Dead. Suddenly, it clicked. You realized then, that they had been asking too many questions. Someone, or something, had to get rid of them.

I'm loving the snippets of stories this playlist is bringing to life in the comments

“GET OUT OF HERE NOW.” The headmaster yells from the other side of the room where I see my best friends body. I run out and try and call someone but my phones dead. *which is weird because it had been at 100 two minutes ago* “Ellie....” a little boy says to me “leave before it’s too late, leave before you end up like your friend.” *then he was gone* I started to run as fast as I could and tried to get the hell out as my eyes filled with tears, I couldn’t see properly and I was starting to forget why I went there; *it was like my mind was going blank* and then I realized that this is the last place I saw my best friend. That’s the moment I knew *this wasn’t a normal school and I needed to leave or I was going to die too.*

I love how these playlists have prompts IN THEIR NAMES. IT IS PERFECT!!!!!

"ancient airs and dances suite no.3" lowkey sounds like the theme of barbie and the 12 ballerinas 💀

A shadow loomed the hallways at night. It moved quiet like fog, breathless like a ghost, and as dead as the cedar woods of the wall panels. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. I felt it like an autumn breeze kissing and nipping at my nape, but it's kiss was cold and harsh and promised smoke. The candle flickered, dancing in the nightly veil like a contortionist on a crescendo. It threatened to die on me, to give up on my nightly pursuit and leave only a thin thread of smoke as the crumbs back to my room. Had I a voice, I'd beg it to hold on to hope much like I'd beg myself to keep moving. Dark regal faces watched from antique portraits on the wall, their expressions mocking and disdainful of that feeble light I carried as if it's presence was offence to their elegant garments. They watched me move, and were I less of a rationalist, I'd wager their eyes moved after me and their pouting lips smirked at my advance. Even a dark part of me smirked at my own masochism, I'll confess. I had vowed to something bigger than me I'd see the truth for myself on this moonlit night. A skeptic, they had called me, when I challenged their casual explanations with an astute eyebrow. Sheep follow the herd, I've been told, and so I am a black sheep, for I chase after my own flock: distant shadows I sometimes confuse with my own people. And so I climb mountains in metaphors and roam dark and abandoned hallways in search for that which is mine. Were my feet not as cold, I wouldn't kept prosing about my quest, and yet that freezing floor kept me grounded in a dreadful reality. My sister, Johanna. Her diary, and her last entry. I fought back a flood of tears burning behind my eyes, and yet I knew I'd fail. Where was she, for so many years? Where are you, Johanna? It was at the end of the hallway wherein the portrait stood. The great dismal, despairing and disastrous destruction of Hell itself painted in oil in a canvas as tall and as wide as the school's castle-like proportions. A painting with no name, no author and no purpose other than to suckle on the last drop of my joy. I saw it, then, with my own eyes like I promised I would. I saw the demons, the victims and even the Devil himself dance to his macabre creation with such childish joy and disregard I was speechless. I saw the whips crack on the prisoners, the blood flow from torn gashes, the mending on open wounds through fire and the eating of rocks as last measure. I saw red horns and black eyes and empty souls prancing in a painting I would've branded dead. It wasn't. It came to life, be it over the night, over the moonlight, over my candle or over my very own skeptic eyes. For me, it lived, and soon enough, I found it was more and more alive while the world left behind me became an oil painting instead. I couldn't resist! I had to touch it! I had to witness! How they danced...! How they sang...! How they lamented...! Soon enough, of course, I was crying with and for them. Then, I cried for myself, for those whips struck my back like a harsh belt from a raging father. I felt the wounds crack my flesh, and my tears pouring and yet I was still voiceless as was everyone else, trapped in the painting of Hell. Sometimes, only sometimes, my laments would cease momentarily, and I'd look towards that gigantic painting on the wall, that gigantic hallway of marble floors and cedar panels. Sometimes, and only sometimes, when my eyes focused on it for long enough, I swore that gigantic painting of a hallway came to life and school girls in uniforms passed along without even looking towards Hell.

POV: “Grayrose Academy” The school filled with commotion amongst the students. Rumors. Tall tales. Whispering floated about the seemingly endless hallways of Grayrose Academy. “He’s missing?!” a student whispered anxiously. Another student has gone missing. Your friend has disappeared. Gone, without a trace. This wasn’t the first occurrence of a missing student, but the way it’s case went cold so fast definitely sent the others on edge. You felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head, you come face to face with a classmate. Her curly locks shadowing over her eyes slightly. Julians sister. “Hey...how are you holding up?” she questioned. Your eyes scanned her expression. She looked so worn, so tired. Her face was pale, visible rings of restless nights sat under her eyes. You pitied her. You gave her a thin smile. “I’m alright...how about you, Lilian?” She flinched under your sympathetic gaze, face casting downwards as she whimpered. “I-I...” you watched as her body began to shake. Your chest tightened as the girl infront of you began to crack. The feeling of eyes boring into your figures caused your previously soft expression to turn sour. Sparing a glare towards the onlookers that silently watched your pity party your lips turned downwards. You softly place you hand in hers, “Come on” “We have a free period, let’s go somewhere a bit more private.” She merely nodded, choking back sobs as she allowed you to guide her past the hallways of students. The two never expected him to go missing. He had no ties to anyone who might want to hurt him. He was an average person, a happy one who considered family and friends to be his pride and joy. So why..? The chill air in the courtyard brushed past your bodies. You slowed your pace as the voices of faceless strangers became nothing but a silent leaf that danced the wind, flying past you and Lilian. Isolated from your shared sorrows. You turned back to her once more, watching as she wiped away the tears that fell from her saddened orbs. “You know something...” she muttered, sniffling as she spoke. “H-he...he had something in common with the others...” she choked. Your eyes widened. So you weren’t the only one who had come to the same realization. “T-they all...” she began, breathing in unevenly as she staggered in her movment. You reached out, bringing your own strides to a halt as you allow her to lean on you. “They all were exceptional Mages” “Top of the class” you finished in her place. She only nodded. There was something wrong with this school. Grayrose has been around for almost three hundred years. It’s name was carved into history for breeding some of the best known magicians that fate had gifted the world. But. It was also known throughout the lands that those Mages seemed...off. The last disappearance was thirty-seven years ago. That person was never seen again. Although, the previous student, the prodigy Leonardo Gram, emerged almost a decade after his vanishing act. His abilities sweeping the continents with such skill. Just like the others, he was an extraordinary Mage. Just like Julian. Lilian closed her eyes, her expression shifted from that of distress to a neutral façade. You rubbed circles in her shoulder, allowing her time to speak. A few moments of silence passes, the large tree in the middle of the courtyard groaned and creaked in the wind, it’s almost barren branches rustled as the air flowed past its naked form. “This all has to be connected” she stated with meek certainly. She opened her eyes, looking into yours with a calculated expression of suspicion. “You know it as well as I do (Y/N)” “He’s still here...somewhere” she stated. Your stomach twists as she spoke what you had feared. “This school is behind all of the disappearing students, the headmaster is doing something” “And I intend to find out”

running through the corridors late at night, trying not to get caught. going up the spiral stairs, and finally reaching the top of the clock tower. my hand grip the cold, and metal railing. the slight breeze in the air, making my hair blow in the wind. i take a deep breath in. i feel free.

POV: You wake up to coldness sliding from your cheek, down your neck, and to your stomach. You are aware of every skin cell the slithering cold touches. You freeze. The rest of the students can be heard in the large dorm room breathing in the same sleepy rhythm. Only one exhales in its own quiet pulse above you. It stops suddenly, the stinging coldness perched on your stomach as if taunting you to open your fearful eyes. Eventually, the dread pulls your eyelids slowly open and you grip the comforter beneath you as you stare into the murky eyes of your friend. The friend that committed suicide a week ago. The friend that asked if you would always be with her when she confessed to you that she felt alone and wanted to die. The friend that you answered yes to. She stands beside your bed, her arm extended forward, and in her hand, a knife. With the side of her cold knife pressed against your stomach and her bleak eyes observing yours, you couldn’t breath. Her mouth doesn’t move yet you hear her speak in an unnaturally soft tone “Come with me. I am alone. I’m still alone. You promised…” She turns her hand so that the point of the knife pricks your skin. “Why am I still alone? You promised to be with me. Good friends keep promises. Won’t you come with me?” Her pleading whispers fill your mind. They whirl around your head along with fear like a tornado. Suddenly a third thing joins the tornado; pain. It rushes in as her knife plunges deep through you. Deeper still. Again and again. “Come with me.” The tornado is out of control. You can’t scream. You can’t move. Your fading gaze wildly bounces around the room. From the candle wax dripping down to your bedside table. To the clock on the wall displaying it was 3:15am. And finally to her eyes. Her dark eyes smile at you and then… darkness. You wake up with your teeth clenched. It was just a dream. You exhale. It was just a dream. Your palms are bloodied from digging your nails into them. You get up. In the creaking darkness, you find your way to the washroom. you wash your hands and face. It was just a dream. Finally back in the dorm room, you lay in bed and hug yourself. The clock reads 3:14am as your mind eases itself back to sleep. This is my first time writing one of these :) sorry if it’s bad.

*POV:* "Pstt, Nancy are you awake? Nancy?" The lowly voice whispered besides me and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes harshly. "What is it Abby? What time is it?" I question, slowly opening my eyes to be met with the dark night sky littered with a million stars shining through the window. The only sound was coming from the lazy snores from the other girls in the dorm. "It doesn't matter. We have to go now!" I notice her attire, dressed in a all black, tight to her skin. She begin to pull at my arms, hurrying me from my bed. Am I still asleep? What on earth was happening? I've always had fairly vivid dreams, but this feels more real than those. I feel an anxious feeling erupt in my stomach as I notice the glossy look in her eyes. Has she been crying? "Abby, you're scaring me." I whisper back, my words dry and rushed. I don't hesitate a second longer to hop out of bed and pull on my dressing gown. Abby's always been over dramatic, away with the fairies in some sense. But something about how nervous and adamant she is right now isn't sitting right with me. She grabs my hand, beginning to pull me to the far end of the dorm, away from the entrance and to the full length window. She takes a long moment, it feels as though time has both frozen and has never moved so fast. My breathing rapid and uneven, but finally she picks the lock, pushing the glass outwards so it's nothing but a gaping hole. "You ready Nance?" She smirks at me, grabbing my clammy hands again and giving them a squeeze. "What? Ready for what?" I gape at her, my eyes widening at her insinuation. Before she responds, I hear the loud steps of a group of people echoing through the hallway, closer and closer. My eyes divert back to the night lit landscape, the trees reflecting the moonlight in a mysterious and magical way. The ground looks really far down from up here, but something seems wrong, Abby seems certain that whatever she has in mind must be done. I have not a clue what's happening, but in the pit of my stomach I can feel that something isn't quite right. The oak doors to the dorm boom open and light quickly floods the room. "Jump." She laughs at me, her emotions completely juxtaposing to how they were moments ago. *And we jumped* (wattpad @ harryfineline)

AAAA im reading the legend my marie lu (to whoever is reading this: READ IT ITS SUPER GOOD SO FAR !) and the title reminds me of one of the protagonists' life lol ,, anyways, have a great day love bugs

There was a weird feeling in the halls as if these imaginary eyes were looking down at you. But where ever you turn, was just an empty hallway. Teachers were of no help, only there to provide their teachings and disappearing at 6 pm on the dot. The students were even weirder, the rich kids whose families dealt in risky business. It seems there is a hierarchy in the school, those who are lower look up to the highest. I never quite understood the looks the students gave me, nor did I notice the wad of cash being handed around. But one thing was for sure, I was being hunted.

"so what?" I asked, as his grip became titer on my waist. I did nothing wrong I just need fresh air than a little eavesdrop." getting your smart self into lying isn't good" he said as his eyes priced into mine. we were both distracted, I got a hold of myself and tried to ride off his grip. just then he slammed me into a stone wall."not until I get my answer love" he whispered in my ear, his face moved closer. I could see his jawline perfectly straight. I knew him since my first day at this boarding school, I came to find out that the kids here were not who they say to be. vincent, was my friend until we grew apart in the middle of my second year at this boarding school. this year. "am not lying, I came here to clear my mind and to think is it that hard to ask?" I was lying through my teeth. I followed him out I didn't think that I would get caught> "ok, let's say you came here for a walk but you wouldn't over everything Lucinda," he said as a smirk went up to his face, his grip got stronger on my waist. he came closer to my face. "vincent," I mumbled out, "mhm" he replied as our breathing got heavier. "Just tell me," he said there was no way out of this I was going to make out with him either way. "fine, I followed you I was curious and you stopped and I eavesdrop but I barely heard anything I-"I got cut off by his lips slamming into mine. I felt his cold hand making his way to my hair and running slowly down. I broke the kiss-off needed air. I.JUST.KISSED.SOMEBODY. "you're not a bad kisser," he said while re-running his hand through my long silky hair. "huh?" I was still shocked, my cheeks were a rosy color I could feel it. "are you ok?" he asked. "uh, yea just mm shocked, "I said, his grip on my waist loosened. then we heard footsteps, then without a word, he takes my hand and we start to run, we ran and ran. "Whatever you don't stop," he said, the I knew who was scarlet. YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I can hear her screaming. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD STOP BUT NO YOU CAN'T LEAVE HER!" I was shocked, but that didn't stop me from stopping. "what was that, "I asked him "look it's not the time for the question." we reach a wall that opened we got in and it slammed shut. "look this girl is crazy and yes I agreed with that just so I could keep you out of this but now I don't have a choice" he said. "so now what? were inside a wall am into something I don't know about"I said running my hair through. "eh not that bad, plus we're not finished," he said as a smirk went up to his face. he pushed me against a wall and kissed me, I had no idea what was going on. one minute talk, the next am pin-up kissing this guy.he started "Wow, vincent got a girl"i heard a guy say vincent pulled away "damm you have to ruin it"vincent said vincent back up. "so your his new girl huh not a bad pick" "shut up leo, at least he can get one"i snapped "and am not a toy!"i yelled. "chill lucy"leo said "plus you and him need some catching up to do

I was asked to come here; invited one could say. But the more bloodstains I noted on the halls, dried from the pounding sun, the less I truly felt like this school was right for me. We studied agriculture, so why was it that I had never seen one animal grazing in the long grass fields? Each morning we were given a new flower to take care of, and every night, like clockwork, it shriveled up and died. I never questioned why the crows never cawed, or if the ponds were poisonous because they held no fish. But under the cover of night, staring up at the painted ceiling of my room, I could no longer ignore the strangeness of this...place. The wind always sounded like screaming echoing through the halls, but that was just wind, right? Hadn't the red pools on the ancient stone just been spilled juice? The people disappearing were transferring to a different campus, because there was no other reason someone could simply...vanish. I shifted my position on the bed, trying to concentrate against the groaning of the manor's skeleton. It was just an old house. And yet, as I worked through my mind, something deeply disturbing settled within my bones. Why hadn't my roommate returned from her class? Why was it that the trees danced as if they were mourning? I turned to look over my shoulder at her empty cot. It was still neat, the sheets perfectly made and pillows untouched. Pendants and bundles of lavender hung from the bedposts. Where had she gone? Hadn't she told me she'd be back in time for dinner? My heart began to ache; from worry or confusion, I had no idea. I tried to close my eyes, tried to focus on anything else but her. I failed miserably. Looking back over to her area, now a corpse without her, I pursed my lips. Where was she? I looked towards the green plant she had been given today. It was already dead. We had been told to make it grow in one sitting, to nourish the stem with our minds, and care for every petal as if it were a child. We were told to think of someone as we grew it. To implant their image, their soul and being into the little bud. I had thought of her. I always think of her. Where was she? My attention shifted to my own creation. Blooms I had fed with her name. Had watched grow with the same beauty she held. It slowly shrank beneath my gaze, the petals wilting, the stem bending over under a weight I could not see. The flower crumbled into nothing but scattered dust and lost wishes. Where was she?

I walk past the frigid halls with beautiful architectural designs, turning to my left I set my gaze on room 121. The Dean's office. I turn the golden knob while a loud screech comes out. The secretary typing on her computer rapidly, her dark gray hair pushed into a tight low bun. She looks up for a split second her features changing from fear into relief. What was that about? Why was she so fearful of someone entering the office? I hesitate to say something before she speaks up, "You must be the new student. Welcome to Troston Academy." She attempts to give a smile or what I think is close to one. "Thank you." I nod. Thinking about it this whole place is rather unsettling; the always cloudy weather, where it's situated (in the middle of a forest), and the way the secretary acts too. Maybe I'm just paranoid or maybe there's more to this place than meets the eye. I'll go with the former. Hearing the rustle of papers I'm snapped out of my thoughts, "Here, this is your schedule, and the room you are in." The deep creases on her face make her look almost corpse-like. "Wait here for a minute, I'm going to grab your uniform." I force a smile as she enters into the back. I finally take this opportunity to look around. Turning my head to see a full view my gaze stops at a giant renaissance painting. How could I have not seen this painting before? It would have caught my eyes. The painting was of a pale woman, the art style was beautiful. Her curly red hair was twisted into a high ballerina bun, her face so pale you could almost mistake her for a ghost. Her eyes, on the other hand, were bizarre, you would think it looks ordinary. But it doesn't, if you stared at it long enough the eyes start to resemble fury. The caption under the painting read, 'Annabella Durham 1701'. Before I could stare more at the painting I get interrupted by footsteps turning around I see the sectary with my uniform. "Here you g..." She begins but stops her face paling her once peachy complexion completely washed out. The air in the room completely shifted, slowly tearing my eyes off the sectary I turn around to see a tall bony pale man towering over me. "Elisa, Is this the new student?" The secretary's eyes widen completely lost for words. Why is she so frightened? She sloppily tries to regain composure. "Yes, they are new." She tries to smile but it doesn't exactly reach her eyes. He finally speaks again and I hope to get out of this super awkward conversation ASAP. "I'm Mr.Browning the Dean of Troston Academy, I hope you enjoy it here." Before I could respond he sashays to his office quietly closing the door. Looking back on Elisa--the secretary she's pale holding the same look, I try to follow her gaze. My eyes widen. She wasn't acting like that because of the Dean, it's the painting. Words slip out of her mouth, "How... How did it get-". she stammers. I go to leave maybe she needs some time off. Walking down the halls the wind starts whistling, a chill washes over me. How could there be wind indoors? I slowly turn around hoping that this is just in my mind. I see 'it' standing in the middle of a hallway. A toppling pink dress. No, her. A woman. No, that's not it is it? the pale ghost-like complexion, curly ember-coloured hair, and those same furious eyes. Annabella Durham. -This was so LONG but super fun- *Wattpad:@urlocalbrattybitch* www.wattpad.com/user/urlocalbrattybitch

okay so, i know i’m late but i’m writing a book and it’s literally about four students at a school called Alderidge Academy for literature and fine arts, and basically its the most beautiful perfect school until kids start going missing, and this is the perfect playlist to listen to while i write love your channel ❤️

Noreal hears the screams of terror across the school, the sounds of desperate running, but she doesn't really pay attention to that, as she is too busy eating all the chocolate in the kitchens and making a huge mess. "HELP! THEY'RE HERE! LEAVE!" She ignores the pleads of help, and goes back to finishing licking the chocolate off the huge spoon. She is nearly done when she spots a fluffy tarantula less than a yard away from her, on the floor. She gets up and screams the loudest scream ever, snatches the bag of chocolates and runs out of the kitchen. She ran past someone holding a bloody knife but didn't even notice that as she ran, ran, and ran, to get away from the true horror. The tarantula in the kitchens. (LMAO I WAS BORED-)

A chill wind whistled through the hallway, raising goosebumps along my neck. The air never seemed to stay still in Bilderwilde, as if it wouldn't want to stay any longer than it had to. I sympathized.

I was in the back of the car glaring at the window. Our butler was driving me to the boarding school my parents forced me to go to. They said it was a great opportunity for the family. That it would help a lot for the business if I studied there. But I didn’t want to go to some fancy boarding school. I wanted to be like the other kids. To bad it’s to late now. When we arrived the place looked huge. The entrance had large metal gates open. I got off the car with my things and walked inside. The head master greeted me with a small smile. I walked in and kids were in the hallways walking, laughing, and talking with each other. It seemed like any regular school except the floors were marbled and the walls were covered in paintings with perhaps former students. During class not much happened. I wasn’t even paying attention most of the time. At the end of the day, everyone returned to their dorms. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t like the thought of sleeping here. Something just gave me a weird feeling about this place. I lay on the bed just staring at the ceiling. Later on, I stood up and walked out of the dorms. I couldn’t stand it in there. I quietly walked down the hallways. Suddenly, I heard heavy and shaky breathing. I turned to look around. A little boy(maybe in 3rd grade) looked at me with terrified eyes. “Please help me. You need to get me out of here”, he said with a shaky voice. “What? Why? What’s going on?”, I asked. “Th-they’re coming for me!”, he exclaimed and buried his face in my jacket. “Who? Who’s coming for you?”, I asked worried. “This place isn’t what you think it is. It isn’t all fancy and nice. Everyone here at the school are victims!”, he cried. “What? What are you talking about?”, I asked a bit nervous. “Look, we have to get out of here. Back to the dorms”, he grabbed my arm and I followed him. I guess I was right about not wanting to come here... I hope u enjoyed my watt pad is l2xite3

i think i speak for all of us when i say this is literally the best playlist ever and PLEASE PLEASE MAKE MORE BOARDING SCHOOL PLAYLISTS PLEASE!!!!!!!!

Your grin widens as you hit the highest note, making an atrocious strangled sound. The childhood song echo's along the pillars that you and your friends run towards. The boy with black hair and glasses sings the next line, bellowing it's silly rhyming syllables. The sound of your polished dress shoes click against the marble floor. The boys continue singing, if you can call it that. Your cheeks ache with foolish happiness. The boy with long hair signals to you, and you quickly run ahead of the small group. Peering around the corner for school staff, coming to bust your fun, your smile falters. On the dew scattered grass, blood droplets mix with the fresh morning precipitation. You turn quickly, plastering a mischievous grin onto your face, and call to your approaching friends to run, for the headmistress is coming. As the scamper away around the corner, you turn solemnly back to the sight of you lover kneeling next to a corpse, tear stained, with a dagger in her long slender hands. The one you loved had killed your first friend.

U don't understand, this is literally the theme of my novel and I've been struggling with writer's block for the past month. Thank you so much this sets the theme perfectly. Well, technically it's the organization that sinister at the boarding school but that does make the school also sinister, but no really this is perfect and came up at the right time too. Thanks a lot.

"What's our first period today?" A pause. "Human psychology." A gasp. "No...I don't want to learn about..." "C'mon Alicia, depression isn't all that scary."

It was midnight, the girl had looked out her window in boredom and needed something peaceful to look at since she was an insomniac. She took a couple deep breathes, the onyx sky and glimmering moon. She smiled feeling comforted by the moon herself. Till she heard a feminine scream out in the woods, it had startled her. She widened her eyes and started to breathe heavy. She closed her window but decided to peek out. Although it was dark she noticed large splats of blood on the grass. She then started mumbling, hoping that it was a dream. But it wasn’t.

Be calm Be collected You are poise You are grace You are nothing but a pretty face I repeat this chant until I fall into a deep sleep This is what they told us every day here This is what they drilled into our minds so hard blood spewed out into puddles of delirium all around us My sister was gone My friend was gone Slowly people were just gone As soon as I hit the pillow with them close by I awake to them disappearing But now I don want to chant this line I want to find why they died If they died I closed my eyes but I was not sleeping I saw my friend dragged away Her body limp from a beating I am not safe here No one is That was the night I didn't take my pills Something is wrong here Something they don't want us to know. Something my friend knew And she paid for it dearly I slip out of bed So softly that no one hears me How is that for poise I Whisper to the darkness I open the door and fallow my friend. Her blood a trail to walk next to. Always together I say, I told you we would figure this out, and know your leading me there. I laugh pitifully and continue. A tear slipping down my check. I find a lose floor board anf yank it out of the ground and hold it high. I was going to knock that jerk faced loser into tomorrow. How is that for nothing but a pretty face I think my face marred into anger. This is for my friend I raise it higher The blood fills my nose and I gag The man dragging her does not see me He will pay Creak.... Something is behind me The wind rustles and howls at me Run... you foul. I turn. . . .

this is perfect, i wanna go to boarding school UGHH

pov: the sound of the tower bell rang through the school. the lesson was over, but i began to hear a voice. the voice as slowly creeping into my mind, whispering to me, beckoning me, along the winding corridors, and into an abandoned classroom. the door creaked open. cobwebs and dust cloaked the old desks, and faded paintings hung by rusted nails. then a much clearer spoke: "ah. finally. i've waited over 3 centuries for this moment." the voice was hoarse and slightly quiet. "w..who is it? who is there?" i stuttered. "no need to be afraid. i cannot do you any harm, for i am a ghost. the ghost of a former student here." i felt slightly reassured, but didnt want to trust this ghost, for they were likely not who they said they were. i looked round, and saw him. he was quite tall, with dark hair and brown eyes. he appeared to be wearing a very well-kept uniform, but had a rather obvious wound, which had stained his white shirt red. "hello. if you dont mind me a...asking, how did you d..die?" the ghost's friendly smile changed to an angered frown. "now, you should know not to ask that. i'm going to teach you a lesson" he whispered menacingly in my ear. i watched, sweating nervously and shaking, as the ghost took a bloodied knife out of his blazer. "you cant kill me, surely. youre a ghost..." i said quietly. "oh i can. just you wait and see." the ghost pushed me against a wall, and hit me in the head. everything spun for a minute, before going black. *** the room was hazy, blurry and spinning, but i could just make out the voice of the ghost. "finally." he said impatiently. before i could even say anything, i felt a buring pain to my chest. it was like a hot knife was being stabbed into me. i was so weak, i couldnt even scream. i could see the blood dripping down my already ruined uniform, pooling on the cold floor. everything began to fade again, and i felt like i was floating. for a split second, everything went black again, but i woke up. it was an odd feeling, for surely i had died. i found the strength to pull myself up, and realised. i was a ghost. my body was slumped against the wall, still bleeding profusely. but i could no longer be harmed. "my job is done. i must depart now, for i wont be a ghost much longer." the ghost looked rather solemn, instead of his usual twisted smirk. "you dont know who i am, do you?" i shook my head. "i'm Francis Wood." i stared in shock. Francis Wood was all anybody talked about. some people had said he was handsome and charming, but simply was corrupted. others said he was a horrid killer. some rare and wise souls said he had done no wrong. the truth that everyone had been told was simply that Francis was a student at the school in the early 1700s. after misbehaving in lessons one day, he was beaten, and sent to work in another, empty classroom. however, he never left said classroom, as someone, to this day unknown, had been waiting for him. they had then leapt at Francis, and killed him with a stab to the chest. nobody had found francis for days after his death, and by the time they had, he had begun to decay, and was already a ghost, free of his tortured body. the person unknown had never been found though, as nobody could see or hear Francis, so Francis could not tell anyone the truth. "even i do not know the person who killed me, but i imagine it was one of the many old ghosts, from the 1400s. there was of course the black death, which wiped out over 300 of the, at the time, 420 or so students, and many died without filling their one purpose in life, so became a ghost. anyhow, i must leave you now, for i have fulfilled my purpose, and shall no longer be a ghost." francis said, as i stood speechless. the bell rang again, and i left the classroom, my final resting place.

“you ever think that there’s something else going on here?” “what do you mean?” “it’s just... everyone always seems so on edge,” “that’s just because we’re all worried about our grades, nothing more.” “no, it’s more than grades, it’s something else, something...” “something what?” “something unnatural, something uncanny, something... wrong, it’s just wrong” “i still think your going crazy, i know your new here and all, but i’ve never felt that way about here. i’m sure your just feeling first year nerves. “...right...i’m headed to the library, see you at dinner.”

Just wanted to say thank you for these playlists. I play them almost every day on my TV as background music for my bedroom and make it more cozy.

Me: *Clicks on the video, supposing it will help with studying* This playlist: You've come to the wrong place then, love Me: Ends up day-dreaming instead

giving me seventh year marauders era vibes. tyvm.

*Dark academia tunes transport me to a realm of intellectual reverie, where each note serves as a portal to a bygone era filled with literary brilliance and romantic allure*

This makes my bland history book seem so dramatic and sinister. It's kind of hilarious.

at this point I just want a dark academia playlist with a really specific, ominous title because why not

I heard this then immediately changed into tweed. another immaculate piece, olivia!

No, please don't do it…. You'll end up getting hurt, you thought to yourself You couldn't stop following this boy, you could tell he was cautious. He kept checking to see if anyone was behind him. Something compelled you to trail him as he made his way through the dorms into the main room of your school. You have never seen it like this. The moon was shining through the glass ceiling. It seemed to spotlight this boy and you could see his physique through the white undershirt that he was wearing. This was so abnormal for you that you couldn't look away from him, his brown hair just barely covering his eyes as he stared at the moon. You couldn't believe how gorgeous this boy, no this man looked. He looked so elegant and almost memorizing, it was incredible how you were feeling. I should go, this isn't right, you told yourself As you began to turn around to leave you heard a soft voice say, “Don't leave, I was enjoying your company”. You froze, not knowing that he saw you. You began to turn beat red as you slowly began to swivel on your heels looking back at him. “Uhm.. I’m extremely sorry for bothering you but you made me very curious and I guess I couldn't help myself”. You spoke quietly. There was no sound in the open foyer of your school, just your breathing. “Don't worry, I’ve been curious about you as well”. He admitted He held out his hand toward you and you blushed looking at his perfectly long fingers, they looked almost like a womans but you could tell that they were nothing of the sort. Slowly walking toward him, the heels of your mary janes made a clicking sound on the tile floor that you loved. Sometimes you would just walk around to hear your own footsteps. As you approach him, his beauty seems to intensify. “How did you know that I was following you”? You ask. “Well, to start you walk quite loud”. He proclaimed. “Oh”. You say, not knowing how to respond. “Also, I'm not trying to be creepy but I've been following you for quite some time, I figured out how to get your attention”. He says, staring at your eyes. Trying to change the subject you turn to what you know best, flirting. “Your fingers are quite long, do you happen to play piano”? You say finally looking up and pulling a strand of hair out of your mouth. “I do in fact, you're quite sharp aren't you”? “You could say that”, you speak in such a sarcastic tone, knowing you are somewhat of an airhead. “Come with me I have somewhere to show you” You say trying to sound mysterious. Grabbing his hand that you were holding a little tighter, you begin to jog down one of the hallways, pulling him with you. “Oh-” “Don't worry you'll like it I promise” Cutting him off. It feels like you've known this man for your entire life, even though you've only spoken a few words back and forth. You're passing all of the palladian windows that fill the outside wall of the hallway. It feels like you have been running for ages and then finally you arrive. You open both of the tall, heavy doors, the smell of books filling your lungs. This is how you get to your secret place. You continue to hold his hand as you walk down the aisles of books and finally, you reach a small, solid white door. You turn your head towards the boy and put your pointer finger onto your lips. “Shhh, you're the first person I've shown this to.” You say, clearly nervous about being vulnerable. “I feel honored,” He said with a small grin. You take a thin book out of a shelf and open it, inside there is a hole cut perfectly for a key. Tipping the book over, a shining gold key falls out onto the floor. Before putting the book down you kneel down and pick up the key, twirling it in your fingers. “Here's the best part.” you tell him Putting the key in the padlock and turning it, the padlock falls and the door begins to open. Haha thank you for reading, this is the first thing I've ever wrote, hope you enjoyed.

-Isn't the rain beautiful? Caleb looked into Sallys eyes while asking the question. The girl smiled and while looking at the path down the valley they were, she replied: -Indeed... The day was grey and sad. But not for the two teens. Mostly everyone was inside trying to not get wet. Caleb looked to the horizon and saw more dark clouds approaching the town. -It looks like a rainstorm is coming - he said while standing up. Sally aproved with the head and got up too. They both had been lying in the grass for a long time now and all their clothes were wet. Calebs suit was wrinkled and darker than usual because of the rain. His chocolate brown hair was messy, and his amber eyes were sparkling in the dark of the shadows of the cloudy day. Sallys white long dress was more grayer than white and her long wavy blonde hair was all wet and curlier than usual. Her grey eyes were looking to the horizon with a deep and misterious look that Caleb really liked. She then looked at him and smirked. -Race to the path home? - She said with a competitive tone. -You'll lose. - Caleb said, taking his beret off and picking up his shoes with the other hand. They both ran down the valley just when the rainstorm started and everyone in town could hear their laughs throgh the thunders.

I’m going to contribute to all the lovely writing pieces here with my own addition! It’s a very rough draft and I just wrote this on a whim, so sorry if it’s kinda bad haha Anyway I hope y’all enjoy reading this and I also hope you’re having a great day! :) TW: (I’m including this just in case even if it’s not necessary!) mentions blood, indirectly mentions murder The common room blazed with light and warmth as Tina pushed the door open, face flushed with cold. The icy weather outside contrasted with the cozy feeling that the room provided, and the chattering groups of students added a soft undertone to the music playing from an old vinyl in the corner. The fireplace on the far wall was lit, flames crackling merrily in the hearth. Tina scanned the room as if looking for someone - her gaze caught on a slight auburn-haired girl sitting in one of the sofas in the corner, and Tina made her way over to sit across from her. She sank into the plush velvet armchair and rubbed warmth into her red-stained fingers, hands raw from the cold. The girl opposite of her gave Tina a knowing smile. Her soft, freckled skin seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. “How are you feeling?” asked the girl, her green eyes dancing in the firelight. Tina straightened in her seat. “Brilliant!” she answered, grinning back at her. She reached over to take her dirty-blonde hair out of its tight plaits, fingers working quickly. “It only took five minutes or so for me to catch them, which sets a new record. Hopefully I’ll beat it next time.” “Did you make sure to burn and bury everything?” asked the redhead, lowering her voice and glancing around furtively. Tina mirrored her, leaning forward and trying not to seem too conspiratorial. “Of course. I disposed of all the evidence like you taught me, Nat. I’m not stupid.” Nat chuckled, watching as Tina freed the last strands of hair from her braids. The tips were streaked with mud and grime, a testament to her work from earlier. “No, you didn’t. Look at your hair, Tina!” She pointed a thin finger at Tina, chastising her. “You should at least clean yourself up better. We don’t want the whole school knowing about our dealings because you’re too careless to wash your hair.” “I didn’t have time! Professor Jenkins was about to come around the corner on his nightly rounds-“ “Then why didn’t you take the other route here?” “Gina was already there! I didn’t want to get in her way! You know how she gets, all focused and intent on charming the newbies-“ Nat suddenly looked furious. “Shhh!” she hissed, her green eyes narrowing. “Shut up and look behind you, but be discreet!” Tina felt a pang of fear go through her and turned, doing her best to look casual despite the fearful tone in Nat’s voice. On the other side of the common room, a group of boys had gathered in a loose circle, surrounding one of the ancient wooden tables that was normally used for studying. Tina couldn’t see what was on the table, but she could certainly guess - maps, charts, and diagrams filled with pictures of the missing students, all marked with red lines of ink that connected tentatively to one another. She knew why Nat was so afraid - the Canes were on their case yet again, trying to hunt down the murderers. The group didn’t support Nat and Tina’s methods of initiation. “The Canes?” whispered Tina, turning back to stare at Nat. Nat nodded, her red hair tumbling down to frame her face. “We need to be more careful. The last time they did this we had to take out Johansson and Lartey, remember? And then they really caught onto us.” “I know,” said Tina, shivering despite the warmth in the room. “How could I forget?” She resisted the urge to turn around again, instead focusing her attention on the state of her hands - her skin was dry and red and there was blood under her fingernails, which were cut almost down to the quick. Still not good enough. “Shit.” Nat gazed down at her, her expression a mixture of pity and fear. “I really do need to clean up better if they’re starting to hunt us again.” Nat said nothing; they both were plotting ways to avoid being discovered, each of them coming up with a different solution. “Do you mind if we discuss this... later?” asked Nat quietly, moving to get up from her chair. Tina nodded and got up as well, smoothing down her black skirt and casting one last look towards the huddled group across the room. She followed Nat quickly out of the common room and into the hallway, wrapping her thick coat more tightly around her shoulders. They didn’t dare speak - the old stone walls of Harrington made it so that voices traveled easily through the halls, so it was best for anyone looking to conceal something to wait until they were sure things would be absolutely private. Tina and Nat made their way down a narrow passageway and up a winding spiral staircase, footsteps echoing harshly in the gloom. Arriving at a blank wooden door, Tina reached into her pocket for the iron key - just as a voice called out from behind them. “What do you two think you’re doing?” asked a slim, dark-haired man, looking up the staircase from below them. His voice sounded stern and cold, and he gripped a cane with his left hand, though he didn’t seem to visibly need it. The shine on his boots was hard to miss, as was the thick silver necklace that gleamed against the dark skin of his neck - he was obviously one of the wealthier members of the student body. Every muscle in Tina’s body tensed at the sight of him, but she played it off nonchalantly the best she could. “We’re just heading up to our rooms, of course,” she called down to him, pasting on what she thought was a winning smile. The boy didn’t look convinced. “Are you really?” he countered, tilting his head in curiosity. “It’s only seven o’clock, barely even an hour after dinner. What business do you have going back to your rooms so early? Looking to practice some illegal magic, perhaps? Brew some nasty concoctions for the next day?” “Listen here, you-“ began Nat, but Tina kicked her in the shin to shut her up. “We’re not planning to do any magic outside of our classes, no matter what you might have seen from some of the other girls. We stick by the school rules and you have no reason to be targeting us just because we’re witches. That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it?” she said cooly, allowing a note of steel to enter her voice. She hoped that he wouldn’t pry any further - but then again, what better could you expect from one of the Canes? “I see. But what do you have to say about the blood on your hands and under your nails? And what about the blood in your hair?” Beside Tina, Nat gasped. The Cane’s left hand had suddenly twisted - what had once been a four-foot cane had been transformed into a shining longsword, gleaming dangerously in the light. Tina felt the blood roaring in her ears as the boy below them began to ascend the stairs, brandishing the sword before him like a talisman. A muttered stream of words escaped his lips with every step he took, sending a jolt of panic through Tina’s body - a banishing spell? - before she grabbed Nat by the arm and jammed the iron key into the lock behind her. The door swung open and the two girls half-fell through the threshold just as the boy reached the top step, extending his sword to jam it between the doorframe- The wooden door slammed shut with a tremendous bang, sending him flying backwards down the steps with his sword still in hand. Inside the sealed dormitory, Nat and Tina sat gasping for breath on the carpeted floor. “Jesus Christ,” gasped Nat, her head in her hands. “That was so close.” Tina didn’t reply. She was too busy looking at the message that had been left for them across the door, scrawled violently in still-fresh blood. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. My writing/aesthetics account is @azalea.blues on Instagram and I just created a Wattpad account which is also @azaleabluez

After class, she doesn't want to go at her boarding school's bedroom with these loud roomates, she walks into the Academia's grand library as usual to write her novel. She is so lucky to have her quiet place to let her imagination free in inked words. Every evening, she used to feel so comfort, alone, free, peacful, writing under the candlestick lights and warm ashes of wonderful ancient books. The architecture was massive and elegant, the colors, the pieces of art on the high walls looks like if it wanted to invite you to the beauty of their past century. But today something wrong... why her heart feels so strange, so cold, so stressed without reason ? Someone is here, staring at her weirdly. She looks everywhere around her... nobody. Then, a little girl voice, : "can you hear me ? can you feel me ?" . the young writer was terrified : "Who... who's here ? Who are you ? Stop scaring me please !" . The feeling of something invisible coming becoming harder. " Sorry, dear unknow beautiful girl, i didn't want to scare you, i saw you last time, you seems like a trustworthy person, i wanted to request a favour". The student becoming less stressed, curiosity taking place. ' but who are you ? and... where are you ? ". The little weird voice seems quite happy. " My name is Yvet, i was the previous school director's daughter, i was nine years old... the day i died. It's been a long time that im stuck here, alone and silent but i think you're special since you can hear me, even if you can't see me just front of you, i would want to know your identity so. But first point, i need you, dear living girl" Her heartbeatings was speed but she took a breathe. maybe she reads too many novels, maybe she should stop writing them because she is going crazy. but she always wanted to believe in fantastical stories and was bored by normal life. Finally, she smiles at the ghost. " Yvet, my name is Jeanne"

this is wonderful, congrats for compiling it and creating such an atmosphere!

i cannot express how much i love all of your playlists they genuinely have the same magic as books do :]

"Are you sure this is the way? " I asked. "Yes. Follow me. It has to be here somewhere. " He said while he led me through the tunnel. "I think this is a bad idea Adrian. We shouldn't be here. Let's go back." I urged. "Do you really want to go back when you have come this far? Just a little longer lara, I'm sure it's this way. They have been hiding something from us and we need to find out what it is." I nodded and just followed him. I never thought that my school would be hiding something as dark as this. The deaths, the possessions, the noices. That's when I heard Adrian open a door,"We're here." when we entered the room, we saw it. It's head, Placed on a pillar, The one I've been seeing in my dreams. Adrian moved closer to it. "Don't." I said, "We don't know what it might do, let's go back for now. It's getting late." He nodded and we turned back to open door, only to find it locked from the outside. "Haven't we told you not to come this way?" We heard her.

" Sissy, do you want to play tag with me? " my younger sister asked me. I took off my eyes from my phone screen and rolled my eyes. " Can't she tell I'm busy? " I thought to myself. " Sorry, Im busy with work right now..isnt it your bedtime now? Why not you go sleep? " I faked an excuse. She stared at me with sad doe eyes but obligated. She walked to her room with her stuffed teddy and closed the door. I laughed the moment I realised she was gone. She is so childish. I continued to use my phone, scrolling through social media liking all my friends posts. About an hour later, I realised that the house was in pin drop silence. Now dont get me wrong, I expected this all and usually wouldnt even bother about it. But something inside me felt wrong. Like an urge kicking me up forcing me to check if everything is alright. I really doubted it but wanted to be extra sure that everything was fine. I walked to my sisters room and knocked on the door. When no reply came I decided to open the door on my own. " Oi, you awake? " I asked staring at the body under the covers. When no reply came, I started to get a tad bit worried. I pulled up the blanket covering the body and gasped at what I saw. There was a big stuffed teddy with blood splattered over it and a small note that read, ' Hey sissy! You have no been plawing wit me! :( I feel so lonely and sed. I WEALLY wanted yu too play wit me tdy! As mwammy tod me that it is my last dway here! Apparently i em going to a plase called heaven! where there are angels and fairis! mwammy said tdy was my super last day with you so i wanted ti playt wit u! but yu said nono. :( Mwammy said that she will help me get to heaven! I wonder how doe. se said to put my teddy with u and you will take care off it! yu better! it is my fAvourite ting in the intire world! oh ywe i hop to see yu soon because mummy said that.. u will be joining me at heaven! :D ----- xoxo emma!

I listen to these playlists when I'm studying, and it makes the neverending onslaught of work a bit better. Thank you, these are wonderful.

I ADORE THIS PLAYLIST AAAA, I won't ever get over this vibes. Thank you sooo much for making this, I love this channel!

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"Oh, yes. Definitely. You are precisely correct. This is a boarding school yet make no mistake, no one accepts of lowly intellect, only the most elite of students and if you fail to meet the expectations, consider your life taken away." It was rather a broad introduction at face value, the newcomers, new students- Sophia calls them, fails to never, almost took the bait. Almost. Not it mattered to her, nor anyone anyways, far too busy in their studies to climb the social hierarchy, the obsolete goals settled by the standards of dearie, old, beloved mommy and daddy, the others merely placed themselves in a theatrical play of picking pretty lasses, thrashing them in one's locker, quite the amusement really, she completely adores the face of a girl's face contorting with petty, messy make-up with black tears, such ruination, truly, and a bonus too! If they ever carry the seed of a man who will never claim them as his own. Academics, academics, academics, and if one was to fail, the consequences were rather... cruel. In the end, the boarding school lives up to its name, it exacts the opportune time, in revelation of what made every students different, either one takes the part of an intellectual fool or the wise, and then there was the other one, the special kind of a foolish, wise girl. That, she was, Sophia Juliette J'adore, a non-French girl with a name she bought with gold, of blood, the ashes of one girl, buried in the floors underneath the toilet bowl. She never has the distinct embedded gold trace on her hair, her eyes matched the glass of whiskey without the afternoon sun shining through it and even then, it matched her luxurious, fallen dark hair- a simple black, the common colored hair of the commoners. Her stature remained in the 10th grade, resembling like a young teen, rightfully so for she wasn't alike her tall, European classmates but what she lacks for was her cutesy, petite, innocent look on her soft features, cute bottom nose, big fawning eyes, plump lips, and the exotic skin of neither pale nor too dark, simply she was in between. Yet, people loves a bit of intrigue, a little excitement here and there, the boarding school? Hah, Sophia had to smile when she heard the ridiculous notion of a girl who shares the same name as hers when asked by a certain, new student with an added, outrageous claim. "Do we die if we fail?" the boy harshly whispered, towering over her upon the same grounds Sophia loves to spit endlessly, everyday, in the very gardens of the school grounds. "Die?"" Sophia paused, in mockery, when she wastes his time on her instead of running straight to the next class. "Oh, no, no, we do not die. That's rather easy isn't? To just... die." she trails off, eyes staring at him solely, taking him aback, perturbed by the shift of change. "Now aren't you a special kind of fool? Hah," Sophia openly smiles, smiling cheek to cheek. "Welcome, dearest new student, today, will mark the first and last day of your school, are you ready to forget yourself, boy?'

it started with the whispers. whenever she walked into the room, the whispers would warn him, tickling the back of his skull. they never spoke in english, of course, but he knew enough latin to make out what they were saying. she was definitely a strange girl, but did she always have that notebook? every time he would see her, she would be writing in it. scribbling so furiously that by the end of the day, her brand new pen would run out of ink entirely. he caught a glimpse of what she was writing once. all it said was "they are watching". over, and over, and over. the faces of the angels never used to darken before. but whenever she would walk near, he could swear that the fair stone countenances got darker and sterner. his phone wouldn't open near her, but when it did, it showed a photo of a girl he didn't recognise. that girl sat at Her desk though, wearing Her clothes, and using Her pens. he knew the girl in the photo. who was this girl in his class? who was the... thing that would make the faces of the angels darken, and fill pages and pages of new books with wasted ink spelling out the same three words, over and over? who was this girl he used to call his friend? he remembered the first time he translated what the whispers said. he could perfectly picture the look on his face, and still feel his blood drain all the way into his stomach as they whispered to him, "Imposter" (influenced off of the magnus archives :)

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If you like stuff like this, PLEASE READ SPYXFAMILY. It’s a manga that takes place somewhere around 1954, a girl is a telepath, the father is a spy, and the mother is an assassin. None of them know about each others secrets except for the girl. She is sent to a elite school, because her fathers secret plan is to get close to his enemy who wants to start a war. She is at Eden Academy, and ohhhh boy it’s so cute and wholesome, Also very interesting and intriguing.

“Send me the chosen numbers as soon as possible, understood?” Whispered the short tempered principle. “Yes ma’m, will do” replied back the servant. Both females went along their ways not taking notice of the little girl hiding behind the hallway trying to take a peak at their conversation. To any child this conversation would be boring and forgotten as soon as heard but little Ellie knew more than she should have. To tell or not to tell or not... to tell or not to not, Ellie muttered under her breath while counting the pens in her pencil case making a decision out of instinct. She could have been next, she will be next but now it was George and soon enough the others. She wanted to tell someone anyone but she was too young to know death and too young to have lived. More time she said but soon it was too late and Georgie was gone just like that. Could it be me she thought, not yet. She prayed to god before bed, she wanted to be the last number in the word, but she was 0707. She wanted to be infinite but she was something. She prayed and prayed and her prayers got answered, for a while until she was no longer there to pray. Who’s next? What’s your number? .. . . Vision I got by this beautiful playlist, not grammatically correct but I just wanted to share :p

thank you so much for doing this playlist!! i finally finished a homework i had been avoiding for a couple of days now. it took me like half an hour? which is less than i thought it would take. now im gonna finish other one as im motivated enough to do so lmao. anyway, thank you! all your playlists are beautiful and really help me do my hw!

this is so good i love how its not the typical songs

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I just don’t know how to express how freaking much I love your channel and your playlists!! I have been listening to them for the past few weeks and I am not the same

I really enjoy listening to your playlists because you are really good at choosing music and connecting pieces to create a story. It always feels like a movie sound track following it’s characters emotions and I think that is really cool!