{Creepypasta Story} I mean, how do you describe... life, after death? It wasn't reincarnation. I was in the same.. beaten up, bloody, bruised body. But I felt myself... healing. Becoming stronger. And the thoughts of my enemies made my blood boil. The ones who ripped me apart were my allies. If I slaughtered them I'd just be running away from myself.... Again. Not again. Like I did in my 'previous' life. I wasn't sure what it was. A second chance perhaps.. To do something worth... being dead over? Or so I thought. That was before I discovered others like me.. But they killed innocent people for nothing. I wasn't as vengeant as them but.. I understood. But I couldn't watch them murder innocents. I had to do something. That was before I fell in love with one of the killers.

a story about this girl that has bad things going on and will always have the battle scars that will never fade until one day that changes her life forever.

Clementine is stuck between life choices, which are very challenging. Can she survive all of her problems?

One night Percy has a dream and its of a girl she looks so familiar she has black hair and green eyes and then he realizes she looks like him, a female version of him. I do not own any of the characters except for Pearl and the plot all rights go to Rick Riordan

About a young get girl who starts here life out in the worst way possible but becomes better because of one single bite. Now a young amazing girl with a long rough and wonderful life. Will she die? Will she find love? Will she find out more about her parents death? You'll have to read and see.

Secret Love, My escape take me far, far away. Secret love are you there? Will you answer my prayers. Slow updates ---

Honestly, I don't even know! This is how my weird, strange mind works. I was just laying down when suddenly a thought sparked into my mind, "what if I just died?" Yes, quite a horrible thought I know, but at least I got this out of it! This isn't very good, I know, but it wasn't supposed to be breathtaking. I just kind of...threw it together in my mind then put it together. So..uh...yeah, this isn't how I usually am I'm not a dark personnnnnn.

This is not a rhyming poem, obviously, but a poem that is meant to send an inspirational message. That if you have any regrets, or sins that agonize you day after day, all you have to do is shut them away. Try not to pay attention to them because it weakens one even more, and fighting to ignore them may release the stress. Oceans are extremely large, and there are always waves, even if they're small. The waves roll into the shore, bringing more and more sand out into the ocean. The sand symbolizes your bravery, everything left of you that makes you sane. The waves symbolize your regrets and the stress weighing you down. So if you ignore the waves, drying out the ocean, there would no longer be waves dragging out your sanity.

All these little paragraphs are are tiny parts of my odd dreams that I remember in the morning. I'll write them down in my notes before I forget them, and sometimes reading the small parts causes me to actually remember the whole dream. Anyway, I hope you find these somewhat interesting!

This is a short story that I was originally writing as part of "Interesting Dreams", but I decided to put a twist to it. So this story was inspired by my dream, and I hope you enjoy reading!