Patchwork Stories

A young scientist had worked her way up the ladder, going from an assistant to a leading level-C scientist in the most dangerous foundation: The SCP Foundation. The most feared, yet unknown facility that anyone could possibly work in. It houses the most dangerous creatures/items, all collected from around the globe. Even with all the stories and tales that have gonna on in those walls, this scientist has picked a rare subject to look after. One that's rare, even in it's own classification system, to be in charge of any and everything involving it. She knows it's a stretch and maybe a boring one to pick. (At least that's what others have told her) But she doesn't care, she would much rather handle and be around SCP that are actually kind and mean to do good in the world. If not that, just be something that doesn't cause harm to anyone really. Of course, when working in a foundation that has a library of different creatures. It's safe to say that she'll be running into other SCP more than she would like.

Even the devil has a weakness for undeniable beauty, no matter how young or old... "The Doll-Maker traps the girl inside the porcelain Doll. He smiles at his work, staring into her painted eyes the same blue as hers. Her dress, wide, pink, with ruffles at the cuffs and sleeves, was what she had worn when he first met her. Live with me, forever. He says. This time you will never leave my side..." Includes the orginal 'The Doll Maker's Curse' and the Novella 'The Doll Maker's Master'. Copyright MadInsidiousSheepGrl 2012

An anthology of love and lies; choice and change; fate and free will. Lives interlocking like clockwork and yet not at all like clockwork.

Hey, y'all! DSO here!~ I hope you enjoyed Patchwork- and if you haven't, go read it! Otherwise, this won't make any sense. Patchwork's final chapters left the characters midway through their journey to.. well, basically their journey to survive a sadistic GAME (Saw face here) created by gods called the Ancients. Now, things are heating up. In the Ancients, a disturbance is being raised by Anar, one Ancient who believes that this game will bring the Ancients to annihilation. The others don't believe him, but behind locked doors, whispers are stirring. They are returning- the beautiful Angels with wings too drenched in blood to fly. The game continues- but can Lyra tread down the right path? Or will she become just another doomed timeline?

oneshots, imagines, and headcanons of james phelps and his characters. (may include oliver phelps in the future.) ***may include smut (+18), but will mainly be sfw. until i write smut though, this will not be rated mature.

Warning: Absolutely nothing interesting happens in this entire fan fiction, so read at your own risk (of brain damage). Uhh... This story is about Daniel Virgil Maisonneuve who goes under the professional name "Sub Urban"... I assume sometimes he goes to the grocery store, so this is what I'd imagined it'd be like. You might know him from that song that got popular on TikTok "Cradles". Which totally slaps, but the first time I heard it I was like "Holyshit I should be the first person to write a 20 page nonsense story about this dude," and it turns out... I am. The problem is, this fan fiction is almost entirely filler. Nothing happens at all, I just go off on tangents of shit I either made up in my head or stuff I googled as I was going... I toyed with the idea of adding citations but decided to leave up to the reader. Good luck on trying to figure out which of the facts are real and which are the reason people recommend I go back to therapy. Anyway, Danny, if you're reading this, I hope you hate it. I hope you stay up all night staring at the ceiling and wondering where you went wrong. All you ever wanted to do was write music and now random people on the internet are writing convoluted fan fictions about you. This is your life now. You've made your bed, now sleep in it. Illustrations by @edgeofsane on IG , please follow her because her art is dope

Lily was obsessed with beauty, in a life ruled by her abusive uncle, it was all she had, And one day, he pushed her over the line, he tore and scared her face. With her skill in sewing, Lily thought she could make herself beautiful again, all she needed was some fresh skin... But when she meets a homeless, blind girl named Crys, can lily learn what beauty really is?

Is being unique always a bad thing? Follow our two main Pokemon as they attempt to answer this pressing issue. Patchwork has always felt left-out, forgotten and abandoned for having unique coloration and pigments in her fur and eyes. Whilst Heartshock was left ill and weakened by her kind for being the 'oddity' with unique powers like Draining Kiss and Play Rough that aren't known by her kind as well as a extra features to her body.

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A retelling of Godred's death, as told in the Bad Lookout story contained in Mountain Engines. Replacing horror with heartbreak. Meant to fit into a wider Railway Series/Thomas & Friends AU that I'm planning to write more material for. Content Warning: Character Death, Grief

A poem about a lonely, unloved, patchwork girl.

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Patchwork Companions follows the journey of Alex Embrose, a quirky and inventive soul with a knack for fixing what's broken, and Shadow, a shy yet sassy entity with a mysterious past and a human form as patchy as their backstory. Together, they form an inseparable duo, blending their unique talents to tackle challenges big and small. From traversing fantastical realms to navigating the complexities of daily life, their adventures are as varied as they are heartfelt. Alex, an ever-curious tinkerer with a heart of gold, has a knack for stumbling into unusual predicaments-whether it's fixing enchanted objects, crafting bizarre contraptions, or solving disputes in magical villages. Shadow, though hesitant at first, finds themselves drawn to Alex's warmth and enthusiasm. Despite their contrasting natures, their bond grows as they venture into unknown territories, solving puzzles, facing supernatural creatures, and unearthing secrets from Shadow's elusive origins. Though Shadow often shies away from the spotlight, their protective instincts and occasional snark shine in the face of danger. Alex, ever the optimist, helps Shadow see the brighter side of things, encouraging them to step out of their comfort zone. Together, they embody the idea that even the most fragmented pieces can come together to create something extraordinary. "Patchwork Companions" is a story about finding strength in vulnerability, joy in the mundane, and magic in the unexpected. Whether they're patching up a broken world or simply each other's hearts, Alex and Shadow prove that no matter how chaotic life gets, true companionship can stitch it all together.

China has attacked the United States and holds both coasts, while the American resistance protects the heartland and its resources. Meanwhile, in the no man's land between the two sides roams a monster, a patchwork man, who terrorizes the Chinese soldiers ....

"somewhere, in this cold, dark world, there is a town that goes by the name Pestin. Pestin is a very quiet town. Empty houses line the cold and dismal roads. At the end of one of these roads lives a deserted mansion. Only few know the incredible story that hides behind its moldy green brick walls" "October 23rd, 1918. Everything was stripped from us... our pride, our families, even parts of our bodies." "On October 23rd, four sixteen year old children and their dog, went missing... they were never found and presumed dead six months later... " " this completely destroyed their families... they died unhappy... " " nothing was heard from these kids until 100 years later... " This is my first story, it's also a comic but I haven't made time to draw it... so it's just like this for now. It will probably be better if I completed the story here so I can draw it out later....

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pain. pain was all I felt. I had lost my family. all six of them. my mum, my dad, my three brothers and one sister. my house was burnt down by the Moon Howl pack. assholes. true assholes. words could not express how much hatred I possessed for these people. they killed innocent people. for fun. how sickening is that? they stole from us the right to have our own land, and rights. we were living in a small village in the forest. they had outcasted us, even though they were the ones who should've been the Outlanders.. _____________________________________________________________ WARNING NOT YOUR TYPICAL WEREWOLF STORY! What makes this story different is: The main character {Camille Ross} doesn't find her mate right away· when they do find each other it will not go as planned· mates reject other mates· the wolves inside them DO NOT have names· this book is a way of life, there is death. PG-13 | Strong language. alcohol and cigarettes involved.