*In major construction. Do not read unless you do not want to read the ending for a very long time until I get things figured out. Thanks!* I was just a hacker. Your average, seventeen-year-old, very sarcastic hacker. Well, average if you thought average meant living with your fried chicken obsessed uncle after your e...
This is the original version of the Story Game of Hearts that is bad and you shouldn't read. Je suis garbage...but I'm trying to improve. There's a rewritten version that is hopefully better, but I'm keeping this version up so I don't lose both the opportunity to reflect on how I have improved as a writer and the abil...
(Under Editting) [Reader Insert] Have you ever wondered what the Kingdom Hearts crew would have if they had Pokemon? Or what one girl would do to save herself? One legend will do more than just save her but mabey even ju...
I hate his raven colored hair. I hate his deep onyx eyes. I hate his ‘bad boy’ persona. I hate how he walks around the school like he owns the place. I hate how he got me and my friends into trouble because he was too cocky. I hate the fact that girls waste their time ogling at him. I hate how he insults my friend...
As it is from Quizilla, so shall it be here....as quizilla sucks. So this is a story all about how your life got flipped turned upsidedown. I'd like to take a minute just sit right down, I'll tell you how you became the stigma freak princess of Bel Air...Midgar...*ahem* Anyway, some of the numbering might be a little...
A girl named Elez had her heart taken away by the heartless. Her parents, and sister also. So then Elez meets a group called 'Organization XIII', a group of nobodies, and then she becomes 'Zelex'. Nobodies can't actually 'feel', right? But Zelex can feel anger, fear, sadness, and more. She discovers more about herself...
Kirino Hotaru is one hell of an awesomely epicly swearing ninja. She's not the type to stand out from others, but when her number 1 form of entertainment is Uchiha Sasuke, she is definitely going to go through one heck of a time.
A part of me wishes that I wouldn't think so much. I think that if I DIDN'T think so much, it would lead to a lot less misery. But then again, would I really be the same person if I didn't think so much? I don't think so anyways, because it's who I am. I am a contradict-addict, I'm helpless at times, I let my emotions...
