Christine doesn't like people. She lives alone, has a pet cockroach to defend herself with, and has her route home timed specifically so she doesn't have to talk to people. All this changes however when she is stolen from her dorm room and forced to play host to a vampire named Damien. Christine has never met anyone crueler in her life, and worse, he wants to drink her blood. Can Christine escape before its too late? Or will she be forced to live as a vampire slave forever? Find out in Diary of a Non-Conformist Vampire Victim!

It's said that an angel's blood can resurrect a person. The purer the blood, the more powerful the resurrection. To find an angel is hard, but to get their blood is even harder. Imogen and her sisters are down on Earth for a "trip". She's left with two other angels, one who wants to commit sin. They're ambushed and attacked by a vicious group of demon warriors who want their deity alive. They'll do anything for angel blood and they've got them. Three angels, two who are almost as pure as you can get. Balthazar and his team are trying to stop the warriors from collecting the angels and their blood. What he doesn't realise is that the one person he doesn't want to save is his soul-mate. With his walls slowly breaking, will they be able to be together? Or will their differences be too much to bear? Only time will tell but it's running out for Imogen, and time won't stop for anybody. Completed 10/2012 Highest ranking: (tag) fallen - #23 (tag) demon - #255

[DISCONTINUED] Dancing was in you the very moment you were born. Sure, no one else in your family could dance, unless you counted your nut of an older brother, but you found happiness and confidence with yourself through dancing. Since your early youth, you've joined the local dancing club and have taken up private lessons to tone your style, so you were well-known within the dancing industry. Now, it's that time of year again when competition becomes intense and everyone is on end about winning and losing. You, my lovely reader, have been trained all your life to be a solo dancer and you were the best. Only this year, there would be a slight change in line up, after all, monsters came in not too long ago. Who knew that they could dance as well as they could? A/N: Hey, you guys! This story is going to be more logical, so expect it to be a little slow in the beginning! I advise you read at least two parts before deciding to stop reading because the first part is mostly there for laying background information! That's basically why there's hardly any mentioning of monsters, so bare with me as you read through! Anyways, thank you for considering and I hope you enjoy! <3 BTW, THE COVER ART IS NOT MINE.

Sans has lived through countless timelines. He's seen the kid make friends with everyone, only to give up in the final moments. He's seen the kid killed, over and over and over again. Sometimes, he'd even done the killing himself. And no one ever remembers. Not even the kid herself. It's an exhausting cycle, one that never seems to end. But there's something different about this run. Another human's fallen down... the kid's sister.

Out of all the years you've been alive, no one has suffered more than you have. You always wondered why everyone else was so happy. Weren't they unhappy sometimes? Miserable? Falling apart? You've lost everything. Your parents, your siblings, your friends, your love for life. No one understood what you were going through. No one. Turns out, this skeleton knows everything you're going through. The stitches over his eyes shows his pain and his crooked smile shows the deep emotional scars. Sometimes, there is even more underneath all of the pain. Don't you agree? Stitches aren't the only thing you have to watch out for now. It's the unbearable feeling of agony. And it's caused in more ways than one. Are you really sure you're the one suffering now? ---- "Darkness is my only friend." "Why do you think I keep these stitches over my eyes?" ---- A/N: The Understitch AU was created by me. This story is like a tour of my AU, but put into a story form. Enjoy!

Ever since you were little, you dreamed of being on stage and dancing to your hearts content. You were determined to get where you wanted. All spot lights on you, people cheering and clapping as your feet swept across the stage. You were so close. 1 day away and you would have all of your dreams come true. Then everything was lost when the plane you was on crashed. You lost all feeling in your legs and lower body. So now, instead of living up to your dream you promised yourself would come true, you watch from a balcony. Instead of dancing like you wanted to, you got the complete opposite. Now all you can do is watch the monsters dance on what was to be your stage. ---- "You can dance. I can cry." "So let's make a tear jerking performance." ----

Because let's face it, there are plenty of things that make me mad. I'm sorry if I offend you. No I'm not. #81 in Random as of 4/1/17 (not a joke) #152 in Random as of 3/31/17 #186 in Random as of 1/24/17 #200 in Random as of 12/15/16 #215 in Random as of 12/7/16 #287 in humor as of 9/10/16 #353 in humor as of 9/8/16 #389 in humor as of 8/22/16

The monsters have finally made it to the surface and have been legalized to roam the surface as they please. The first couple of months have been spent as a paradise where humans and monsters have lived in peace and happiness. But as we all know, humans tend to be afraid of what they don't understand and the appearance of the monsters only seemed to have fueled the rising tension. You are a member of one of the biggest clubs that support the monster's appearance, known as the FMC (For Monsters Corporation). There is a rival club, known as the DM (Destroy the Monsters) that only wants to exterminate the existence of the monsters, and with every passing day, conditions only seem to be getting worse. Determined, you try to make things right and equal for all beings, but things start to alter when you meet with a certain skeleton. And with this certain skeleton, you, dear reader, reveal your biggest, most valuable secret...your little "defect". •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• COVER ART IS NOT MINE, I ONLY EDITED IT OUT FOR MY COVER. UNDERTALE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO TOBY FOX. I am simply writing this for the sake of my imagination, as well as for the entertainment of others. Thank you.

~"The wind tugged at your hair as you sat on a bench and read your book. You had an uneasy feeling, like you were being watched, but you ignored it. You didn't know he was behind you."~ Living with your drunken mother had been a living hell. Everyday, you wished for nothing more than to leave. One night when you're home alone, your wish comes true. A strange boy with orange goggles and a stripped hoodie shows up and takes you to a place were there are people like you; rejects of society. For once in your life, you felt like you belonged somewhere, but your life was about to take another drastic turn. *DISCLAIMER: I do not own any if the creepypastas, their stories, or the SlenderMansion. I also do not own you x)*

The two had known eachother for a for awhile - yet they did not know eachother. The two were the perfect pair - yet they're was an obstacle between them, and a pretty big one at that. Can he ever be happy, when his mistress has emotinally locked herself..behind this physical door? (#DoesNotOwnCoverPicture)