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The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

Do y'all think i have too many books? idk but whatever. anyways

A new Uchiha was born into the family. What will happen?

A collection of poems from the journal of a pre-teen, living on planet earth, wishing for things to be perfect. "What defines us is how well we rise after falling." ~Unknown Also don't copy my work, I am not asking you to do this, it's a rule, and you better follow it, because copying is not cool.

[completed] I love him... but I can't touch him... •ghost!cas• •human!dean• -a fic created at like 2 am so expect some weird shit-

The vines are good, no it's not about nash. PLZ READ

It's random sketches and ocs

So welcome to my world! This is kind of an outlet for ideas that have no substance, poems, short stories, rambles, and a fraction of a glimpse Ito the cold and unforgiving abyss of my mind. Enjoy your stay, or don't, the choice is yours.

Yep, pretty much a Diary/Rant (mainly rant) Don't confront me or try to change my mind about anything I've wrote in here as I'm stubborn as hell and will probably not listen. ⚠WARNING⚠ If you know me IRL you might not want to read this, I'll post anything I think about you on here and if you're sensitive you might want to stay away RANKINGS: Achieved 14 in #blahblahblah on 5/12/2018

Just some of the best lyrics I think are out there. Plus, I'll give out facts about myself that relate to the songs.

The bell rang, school is over and it's summer.. That made [Y/n] excited. She ran out of the room and zoomed passed all of the students that flooded the hallway. 'Yippee!' She said as her face was filled with ecstasy. She picket up her phone to give her friend a call. [Y/n]: Hey Sherry, I thought it would be nice if we could go to the mall tomorrow. How's that sound? Sherry: Sounds great! I'll meet you at 11:00 tomorrow, don't be late! [Y/n]: I should be the one telling you that.. Alright, bye Sher, I have to go Sherry: See ya [Y/n]!! The conversation ended as she picked up her pace and ran towards her house that was now two houses away. She sighed in exhaustion and knocked on the door. It opened revealing her mother holding [Y/n]'s little brother, Adrian. Mom: Hi honey, how's school today? [Y/n]: TODAY WAS AWESOME! I got to confess to Greg that I like like him and HE LIKE LIKES ME TOO!! Kyaa! Mom: That's great, but I don't want you guys dating. We still need to take care of little Adrian here. [Y/n]: Don't worry momma, we won't. Mom: Alright. Now come inside, the sun's already setting. [Y/m/n] moves aside as [Y/n] went in and removed her shoes. Adrian drops his bottle and started crying. The two sighed, [Y/n] picked up Adrian and the bottle. She gave him the bottle as he stopped crying. She looked at her right to see her mother no where in sight. 'She must be in the kitchen..' She thought and walked upstairs towards the crib. Placing Adrian inside and turned on his lullaby. [Y/n]: Sleep tight, Adriann~ She softly placed a hand on his foot and sat beside of the bed. She opened her phone and read some stories in Wattpad. After reading in a few minutes, she came across an interesting one. '{Creepypasta x Reader}? I've seen Sherry read these stories but I never had the chance to read it.. Reading it wouldn't be bad?' She thoughtfully said as she pressed the cover. Her phone started glitching, she flinched and was sucked inside her phone..

A girl's feelings, emotions about her loved ones. All the names are fiction.

"I'm Isabelle, I'm 11, my parents are dead, and I live with my little sister." Isabelle Grace is a girl who looses her loved ones very often. After passing out 6 times, she realised she was 17. When she was talking to the nurse, everything went pitch black. Later on she was with Eleanor and Louis. El decides they should keep her, but Louis disagrees. What will happen to Isabelle?

Everything you need to know to be an anon! Ch, eese, and pizza!

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A poem about the world .

{Analogical One-shot} Asking out the cute intern at his father's company was a situation Logan Favian never expected to find himself in...

I am very new to writing, so expect some mistakes! In here, I will publish short stories of my own. Variety of themes, all sort of randomness. The cover is from a pinterest post.

Hi people! It's the Shark! Ask me what ever you want! Don't be shy! Come ask me! ; ) I'm shy right now! :D

This is a home for my OCs from a variety of sources, ranging from MLP, to Black Butler, to Aphmau Role Plays, and more! All other OCs are welcomed with open arms.