Attempting Stories

"No, I don't like you.I'm a superhero and you're a supervillain, we can't be together. It's against the rules." I meet his eyes as he steps closer to me his tall frame towering over me. "You already broke a rule, remember Jimin?" he says calmly. "You killed a supervillain and you know better than anyone that a superhero killing a supervillain is against the code." He bends down dark amber eyes meeting mine. "No, Taehyung. I don't like you." I press my hand against his chest trying to force some distance between us. I gasp as his large callused hand wraps around my wrist pulling me back toward him he grips my waist holding me still, thumb brushing over the inside of my wrist. "Is that really you talking, Jimin," he murmurs leaning in "or is it the rules speaking for you?" ....

maybe.

It's self explanatory: thoughts that have turned into poems. A way to explore into my mind. Try to figure out my metaphors, and if you do... welcome to my world, welcome to my attempt at poetry! The poems will get better the more you dive in. Chapters marked with an asterisk (*) may be triggering to certain audiences, touching topics like depression, self-esteem, among others. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON DEC 17, 2014. achievements: • #1 in metaphors as of 6/23/19 and 10/9/19 • #24 in thoughts as of 6/13/19 • #31 in poetry as of 11/22/19

There are several characters. And yet, more or less the same thing is supposed to happen to each of them. ~~I'm always open to criticism, as long as it's friendly and fair. I hope the book goes down well :)~~ The backstory: A laboratory. A home. A home to many lost and abandoned children. There, they have the company of others and can play, dance and sing. But unfortunately, there is a dark side to this. The children are used in experiments that alter their appearance, as well as their thinking, perception and abilities. Through manipulation, these laboratory children are led to believe that they are safe from the world there and that nobody but the laboratory wants them. I hope you enjoy reading it.

She despised her. After all, she had everything. She was talented, naturally gifted, and was always on top. Everything about her was absolutely outstanding. The complete opposite of Ena, who was perceived as "talentless" by her father. So why does she still care about her? (Im sorry it's so short)

Don't question, just read.

"A Poet's Soul" It's greedy for meaning, needy for silence. It aches with emotions too vast to name-yet feels nothing when it hurts the most. A poet's soul is a contradiction: it bleeds in metaphors but laughs in denial, writes of love it never truly believes in, and mourns wounds it never shows. It craves chaos and still prays for peace. It's soft enough to shatter, hard enough to survive. A vessel of borrowed pain and stolen beauty. This book is not a collection of poems. It's a mirror cracked with feelings too raw to rhyme, too wild to cage. It is the story of a soul that feels everything-and sometimes, nothing at all. Welcome to its unrest.

This is a book about flicker characters on crack. I'm not funny at all, so prepare for a world of cringyness! Enjoy! ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Read at your own risk Symptoms: Loss of humor Stuck in internal boringness Death of frowny face

Snow forever had a way of distorting Hima Gojo's reality, slicing through time and space like a blade sliding on butter. Ushered fragments of cold, heartless memories to the surface. Even when the future attempted to pull her far away, the frozen memories managed to shackle her down, gnawing in her brain with relentless persistence. Yet, strangely, snow never fails to stir a flicker of hope inside her, to keep going, to reach for the destiny she hoped would one day carry her to the warmth of the spring breeze. ↫↬ Life in the Gojo Clan isn't the serene, luxurious existence most outsiders imagine. Yes, they may have been surrounded by wealth and opulence, but beneath that glittering surface lies an overwhelming pressure of expectations. Their environment is the worst one a child can possibly have for growing up. And Hima Gojo feels this every single day of her life. That is, until Satoru Gojo crosses her path for the second time. Sparking an explosion of query in her mind, each one clamoring to be expressed first. Fanfiction idea credit to @cita91lopram

Once my life was happy.... I had everything I wanted. I had a best friend who looked out for me and kept me going... But one day it all disappeared... That day I decided I needed to end it. And there's one person who will help me.... My boyfriend. A story bound to leave you haning on the edge of your seat until the last word.... Can you reallly kill the one you love? A story by xJustthebeginningx <3

This is a book of awful cringeworthy art...my art. 🐛

When best friends Caden Garcia and Gabriella moretti fall in love with each other we see their relationship grow with them as they battle struggles of severe anxiety, an eating disorder, pressure amongst everything else and trying to protect their friendship. There are bumps along the road but I guess you'll have to read to find out what happens at the end!

It is a common belief that Lucifer was banned from heaven after challenging God for freedom. Lucifer was God's second favorite, only Gods son being more favored than he was. However, a majority of the other angels respected Lucifer more, and it was with this knowledge that Lucifer challenged God and his loyal subjects in a rebellion against the laws that were to be consistently obeyed by each angel in heaven. As a result, God and the Angels that stuck by his side won, while Lucifer and the other Angels who had rebelled were denied further access to the Lords court. This was Lucifers fall, where it is said that he became Satan. As well as Lucifer and Satan being one in the same, it is also a common belief that Lucifer was a man. Though I suppose that anything written by a man in that time period would be altered. After all, how could a female be incredibly strong, Gods favorite angel, and even wage a war in heaven? But I did, and now that I'm on Earth I am the being that seeks out souls for Satan. I go to the people that are going to die or be murdered in the near future, and I decide whether they deserve a second chance or to go straight to Hell. I can do much, much more, but collecting souls is my job. My name is Lucifer, but while I'm in my human form you can just call me Lucy. Caution: story involves suicide, depression, death, swearing, and other mature content. Some scenes may be inappropriate (aka involve nudity or sex) and others may be triggering. Please read at your own risk and do not read if you are triggered by any of these things!

ONGOING She was used. She was tormented. She was abused. They expected so much from her. How could he not notice? A/N: It's my first book so it might be cringy, please don't hate though. If you like it, please vote and comment, it would mean a lot to me. started 2/3/23 All rights reserved ©2023

A girl meets a boy online...

Erm.............. Its me and my boringnessesesesesesnessnesness

Will do this latEr Tried to make this book previously but Wattpad tossed it into a void

One too many insults have been sent America's way, and she's too tired to keep going. Fem!America, suicidal!America, One-shot, Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! Warning: inappropriate and near-suicide

17 You are loved <3