Mark Blackthorn has lost everything. Taken away from his family and everthing he loves, he is left to spend his life in the land under the hill. He is forced to join the Wild Hunt - a group of fairies, following their own rules, being affiliated to no one. Alone and lonely he finally finds someone he can trust and turn to - and more ...

For this story I imagine Cinderella and everything that happened to her to be invisioned throughher 2 step sisters, Anastasia and Drizella and Anastasia and Drizella are invisioned through Cinderella. Get ready to see sweet old Cinderella become a snooty stuck up teen and Anastasia and Drizella, 2 sweet unfortunate souls. Remember since I only have a month I'm going to be mostly summarizing. Get ready for a twist that's gonna come out of the mist.

An apology for the life of Snoopy Kennicott (or at least, the first twenty-five years of it).

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. *** Claire is lost and scared and utterly alone. Her family is in shambles after the death of her older sister Ina, and she's left to pick up the broken pieces of herself as her life heads into a downwards spiral of loneliness. Her heart leads her to 5:48, a little cafe by 33rd street, where she finds her new home. With a broken heart and a speech disability, Jasper has his heart and mouth sewn shut by the winding threads of hurt and fear. Painting and serving coffee in cafe 5:48 are one of his last few saving graces, but the smile he's been painting on himself will soon fade away as everything he's ever held dear slips away from his grasp. Ezra is out-of-sync and oddly cold by the way life has treated his young self. Abandoned by his single mother at an early age, he has grown up thinking that he is a mistake. His constant shaking hands are a reflection of what he often thinks of himself, but the delightful pastries he bakes for 5:48's customers are a reflection of what others see of him. Drew is a quirky rarity. He is a dash of loud, a pinch of exuberant, and a cup of eccentric - just like the meals he serves in the cafe as the only chef there. Behind his playful grins and outlandish clothes, however, are his jutting ribs, hollowed cheeks, and too-thin arms. Sometimes he cannot stomach being in his own skin as much as he cannot stomach food. This family has gone a long way from finding each other, and they'll be going a long way together too as reality comes catching up to them, threatening the newfound happiness they've found with each other. Secrets are revealed, pasts become presents, and lives are changed. Slowly but surely, they find their way back home. *** NOTE AS OF 08/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012, posted in FULL. Another story that will be considered a reprise of this old version is in the works, and will be posted under the name "Hiraya House."

In honour of those who lost there lives on September 11 2001 this story is made up of many little fictional stories of people who's lives were affected by this terrible accident and how in the end we are all connected. #99 in Historical Fiction

Do not read this if you don't wish to. This isn't a story book. It's me, my life, my fate. These are my feelings. This is my story. And I would like to share it with you, if you allow me. Give me a chance, maybe I can change your world. Maybe. You don't know until you've tried.

Hello there, here are some depressing poems (: sorry if you don't like them by the way♥

Ridiculous reasons my friend and I came up with for me not having a boyfriend

Life asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these are thought up, some are drawn from real experiences. Extremely outdated-these poems are very old. New ones are being written in #Sorry. My apologies for the quality of this collection. Highest rank : 66 in Poetry

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