It's not her fault that he's fun to mess around with, and it's definitely his fault for being so pretty. -----------------------------------------------------------

R A N T B O O K 「Ranking」 #69 in everything 23.6.18 ------- Interested in reading a story about someone bs-ing their so-called-interesting-life ? You've came to the right place, buddy. Enjoy reading the writings I did for my homework and feel free to leave your smartass commentary for me. P.S: this is definitely one of those things where I will slap myself in the future for doing this. -Aisya xx

For a birthday girl~ Happy Birthday, Aidan!

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?

After searching through Wattpad to find as many clichés as possible, I’ve come to the conclusion that there are more clichés on this website than people care to admit. But it's clear these aren't going to stop, so to help you avoid writing a book that’s basically the same as everyone else’s, I’ve come up with a list of clichés and advice on how to make your book more original. Also, please leave suggestions if you think there’s any that I haven’t covered. WARNING: This book may contain ranting. These rants are not centered on anyone in particular, so please try not to take offence. However, if you do, write a comment and I will try to change it. As I said, these rants are not centered on anyone in particular, but you shouldn't feel angry if there’s something I mention that you’re guilty of. Best rankings: Non-Fiction #130 - 6th September 2014, Random #848 - 6th September 2014

Each Friday night, They would look up to the sky, Admiring the stars.

The SEQUEL to DARK BLUE | WILL UNDERGO EDITING ** "We will meet again." That's what Oscar said to Delilah and she believes that. Delilah knows what she wants to do. All thanks to one boy. She holds on to the fact that maybe, one day she'll meet Oscar again. Whether it's under the stars or not. In the City of Love, Delilah wants to have fun and to forget everything else. But with a turn of events, Delilah has to start from the beginning and find herself all over again, just as she did on that hill top. But this time, she has to do it by herself. Beyond the sea no-one knows what can happen under those light blue skies, whether it's heartbreak or new discoveries or fate simply playing a game of cat and mouse. Life is not a fairytale, so what can Delilah expect? Copyright ©2013 by Y u e h-C h i a L o | All Rights Reserved.

The end of mankind has finally come, in the least spectacular way. When pen-pals Neri, a Canadian, and Eleni, an American, finally meet each other in the flesh for the first time, they believe it's the happiest day of their lives. That is, until planes fall from the sky, a virus spreads like wildfire, and mushroom clouds of flame fill the sky. Why? Because of one thing the media never released: the DED virus. Similar to other zombie-like infections, DED does three things: infect, reawaken, and devour the living. After learning of possibly the only safe place on the continent, Florida and all other states and countries become overridden by the Restless and insignificant to survivors. Eleni and Neri are going to embark on a daring trek all the way from Florida back to the Canadian border, where the remainder of the survivors have relocated. Will they be able to make it alive, or will they both die trying? ©2013 by E. Barnes.

I woke up in a lab. I don't know anything about myself and I'm not sure that I want to. I don't even know my own name, or what I'm doing here. There are other children here, too, some younger than me and some that are older; but none of them are...normal. We are all different in some way. I'm the only one that can talk and I probably will be the oldest as well. They usually live for a week at the most. We're usually caged, and we only leave the dark room when they want to experiment on us. Or kill us. The evil people call me their Ultimate Specimen that could change the world... But I'm just a girl who doesn't have an inkling of anything before this torture. The men and women here call me dangerous, harmless, a secret, a solution. I don't know what any of it means, but they continue their work and experiments on me. Why am I so fascinating? Why am I here? If you want to know what is happening behind your backs, then you must read this. I don't know many things at all, but I do know that I will somehow escape. Never to come back. ©2013 by E. Barnes.

Ask these Creepypastas dares and questions, I will put more parts as the comments roll in. Hope you enjoy!