2ndperson Stories

FORMERLY I Only Intended To Work With The Dead, Not The Undead (Originally Posted on AO3 by yours truly, but I decided to post it here too!) It never struck you as a bad idea to work at the morgue within the Raccoon City Police Department. Who knows, maybe dealing with the dead could give you some unforseen edge someday. You didn't realize how soon someday was. (This is a sort of soft-reboot of my previous fic on here "City of the Dead", hope y'all enjoy the changes I made to it)

ကျွန်တော့်အချစ်ဦးက နွေဦးလေညင်းလိုပါပဲ။ ဒါမဲ့ အေးမြသည့်နွေဦးလေညင်းမဟုတ်။

Atmospheres.

Someone is wandering an apparent wasteland. It's not a post-apocalyptic world, or even a pre- one. It's just that no else is there. And they haven't been for a long time. A seemingly serene planet is inhabited by one person and one person only. But what if it isn't? In a place where no one is truly isolated - Everyone is. And they grapple with the what it really means... To be alone. [Suspended till further notice]

Society has advanced to far in the past 200 years and the government has decided to murder all that are above the average brain cells. The government has decided to reset time by removing all pieces of the present

I doubt anyone will be reading this... It contains suggestive content but no smut TW: ADDICTION, ALCHOHOL, BLOOD, YK GNARLY STUFFS

You meet someone you learn to care for very deeply and for a while that is enough. But eventually, one of you will want more.

Y/n was a test subject for... something. They can't remember. All they know is that one moment they were a human, being experimented on by scientists, and the next, they are awake in some cage, suddenly small and furry. As y/n struggles to regain their memories, they must explore this world through a much different view than a human's. As they try to find the scientists, they attempt to figure out what happened. But things won't be easy. Between escaping the cage in the first place, to the dangers that lurk outside, in the forests and valleys. And the worst part of all? Y/n has no idea where to start looking.

Run. Pain. Hole. Jump. Fall. Get up. Run. Tree. Dodge. They're coming. Hide. They're near. Run. They're in front of you. This is bad. You're hit. You move. Agony. They've cornered you. Smile.

A variety of tales of good and bad, love and anger, and most importantly reality and what could be.

Just something I've been writing during school. Hope you enjoy this story! Ps, the first few chapters are written in 2nd person, which is really hard to write. I changed it later on for simplicity reasons Updates every Friday!

Hey! I hope you enjoy the story! Sorry if it's kinda lame but yeahhh :P

In the land of Ninjago, people aren't always good, some are bad, others can fit in between, however, having to be around people who feel like they don't treat you as they should after falling from a cliff isn't so great. But is this supposed to be a happy story? Or a turn for the worse at the start? Sometimes life throws the curveball of your ambitions and expects you to catch it. But one day, you will. You just have to be patient, even when you're crawling and too many literally look down upon you. Cover by the lovely @ISellieSmithI [This is a book that is intended to go from season one to season ten of Ninjago. We'll see how long it takes this time.]

I've restarted this so many times that I am unsure what the original point was

You know what lies inside this story. 2nd (or 1st) person one-shots about you and somebody from Doctor Who. (most likely the Doctor). I do take requests, but I will put requests on hold if I get too many and I DON'T DO SMUT. Thank you and enjoy! (I don't own Doctor Who, all rights to the BBC)

This is a project dedicated to my OC, Ruby Collins who is a god/goddess (or what we would describe as one), and doesn't know how to properly handle the position she was given. Therefore, she uses it to her advantage instead, creating consequences not only for her creations, but herself as well. She recently rediscovers your reality, the real world, and her interest resurfaces. She decides to dig deeper through asking you questions and reading your mind, do you trust her? trust me...

Constance needs someone to save her. Not in a grand, heroic show that proves good can triumph evil, because she's known enough evil to understand that good can never be low down and dirty enough to win. No, what she needs an ill-fated fool that can withstand the blunt force of hellish terror that is young Michael Langdon, and hopefully, survive the ordeal. Luckily for her, you don't have anywhere else to go. It just so happens that your somewhat genuine attempt to do some good is the catalyst that sets the end of the world in motion. Or, you become entwined with Satan's golden child and by the time you realize, you're already his. Also, this was originally a fanfiction that I read on ao3, but the original creator deleted it so this is my best attempt at recreating it.

You state at the bleach white building in disbelief. Its odd, mishapen rooms made it seem even more real somehow. You were here. You actually made it. Your the new backup vocals of Gorillaz. «««««««««««««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»

Where other men/pony follow the truth Remember, Nothing is True. Where men/ponies are limited by morality or by law remember, Everything is Permitted We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassin's

A story where you venture and discover something MAGICAL. One day you see a carriage right out of your house. This carriage leads you to a new life, something different. Will you accept this new life or will you refuse to believe anything?