Tired Stories

You are a streamer who dedicates yourself to urban exploration and ghost hunting. Where other people's summer vacations are spent in relaxing places with friends or family, you choose to explore a center that used to be a children's amusement park. You enter with the aim of making money, gaining popularity, and learning the truth behind what happened to this place...

Basically, an Incredibles fanfic featuring Syndrome and my Oc. "Middle child? Sidekick!? Absolutely!" (Syndrome is a dad now!!)

The thoughts... the feelings... which cannot be spoken out loud... the mind rambles but no one to listen it... 🦋

A sibling to the Trollhunter? Yeah, right. Nathaniel was often seen as a rather difficult person to connect to. A very odd thing to do, especially to a mold that they seemed to unfortunately follow into the towns pre-existing labels of trouble-making. But thing seem to unravel once they come across an old acquaintance, a very old acquaintance.

With her workaholic parents, Ava's used to being alone. She doesn't have her parents around, and her 'friends' are the mouth, while she's the ear. She keeps to herself, and doesn't let people know any problems she has. She likes her secrets and she likes her privacy. So what happens when one of her secrets turns into sentences like "Oh yeah, I met Niall Horan in the middle of a mall parking lot, and we've been in touch ever since!" Things get hectic, people she's never met suddenly have an opinion about her,people find out who she really is... and so does Ava.

My name is Ethan (Evan) Gail. im seventeen, im 5'8 with a dark personality, not really but thats how it looks. i go to Black Rose high school,where the name is totally wrong for it, everybody is so... preppy. i on the other hand am a loner other than a friend, i hate these bright people. okay so im a little emo, you would be to if you had my life. oh and one more thing, im gay and in love with our high school quarterback.

A new bio story for me to talk about myself.

Just a collected works of poetry, in no specific order, about anything and everything. Many will allude to Whitman since I am currently studying him in my creative writing class.

Why can't I be loved? Don't I have the right to be loved? Why? Why me? Deep inside my heart, I also want to live. Like a normal people. Be loved by their family. Why can't I? God, don't I deserve to be loved too? I am freaking tired of live. Freaking tired of living. So, goodbye world. And you. If you ever stumble upon this and are tempted to read this, just so you know, you are seen by me. Maybe we are same. Maybe we are not.

Hello my dear poets! My name is Ndubisi Ikponmwosa Otabo. Call me Dubi or perhaps Ndi, Di or NIJO. I find it fun creating new nicknames and monikers to go by. Honestly, I have never scrivened a poetry publication. I have read some poems from different anthology, sure! Have done little writing for them, so please enjoy these literary compositions that I have transcribed.

It's every girls dream to be the girlfriend of twilight star Taylor Lautner. But when my fantasy is reality how do you cope with the other hundreds of girls dissing you and throwing themselves at your boyfriend? and then again what would happen when you decide tell him how you feel about his "fans" after your two year relationship?

it's complicated and I'm going to get it off my chest

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Sixteen-Year-Old Jacob Black has been getting headaches since the age of eight. And the young teen wouldn't be able to tell you why. He knows it has something to do with the large hole in his memory. But that's it. He's asked his dad about it, but not even he could give him an answer. So Jacob left it alone, for as long as he could. Till he meets a pale face that seems to cling like a leech to his best friend.

"You have a heart that keeps others strong ."

Evelyn Shanon is dying. the cancer in her body has spread and there is nothing that can be done...or so she thought. Her father is working at the SGC, and an alien race called the Tok'ra need hosts. When her father in a desperate attempt to save her life volunteers her to leave Earth to travel through the Stargate to serve as a host to a Tok'ra named Alasia. Evelyn embarks on the journey of a lifetime. However sharing her body and her thoughts with Alasia is nothing she could have imagined. Can she fufill the the task the Tok'ra have for her? Or will everything fall apart? Based on the t.v. series Stargate SG1.

She's not drowning. Not really. But it feels like it every day. Seventeen-year-old Isla has mastered the art of pretending - pretending to smile, pretending to cope, pretending she's not slowly sinking beneath the weight of everything she can't say out loud. At school, she's the quiet girl in the back. At home, she's the ghost her parents walk past. In her mind, she's somewhere deep beneath the surface... under the sea. The ocean becomes her metaphor - a place where thoughts echo louder, emotions pull like tides, and hope feels as distant as the shore. But when a mysterious new therapist challenges her to turn her drowning into swimming, Isla starts to explore the darkness within her, piece by piece.

Just some poetry. It's from the last 5 years of my life and it's pretty bad so don't get your expectations up too high.

Okay I'm bored- so here's my book of all my ocs that I currently have. This includes my wolf ones and also my normal ones that I draw a lot. (I don't know if I have pictures of all of them but I'll definitely put the ones that I do have pictures of.)

A short, fluffy Snowbaz fic :) because I need more Snowbaz fluff in my life.