Braindead Stories

hey this is something no one asked for

I hath resurrected it from the dead. Thattt, and I'm contractually obligated to create this because of my little cousin. ---- I present to you... the art book of mediocrity! *jazz hands* Yeah... I can't draw- but here's a collection of drawings I might do let that be traditional or digital. Ye, I guess. WEE-

Ok so this is just for me to dump ideas I delete nothing and edit nothing so there are a lot or really cringe things younger me did But it's a learning process I'll get there

(The photo isn't mine! I did not draw that art! I sadly lost the creator in my notes [I take notes of who the creator is of photos or art I want to use for things like Wattpad] sadly) I have no explanation for the picture. Be happy I didn't take the other option- Anyways- Dream really went: I want cottagecore BUT I'll kidnap all the children on my way too! Why? Because I have the power to write this- This is kinda a crack fic but treated seriously. Also it's basically the better version of the first part of my child kidnapping series I did in my one shot book ( still open requests btw!)

Making a story is too much work so I'm just gonna put ideas here. You can use these ideas but make sure to credit me please 🥺 I might make a story out of one of my ideas if I ever get to that level of motivation but till then it's only gonna be ideas ✨💅

Alexa Ramona was just a normal girl, or so she thought. After waking up from a 300-year coma she discovers that the world has fallen to ruins. People falling ill from a mysterious disease that no one can cure, and the government putting her through special tests to figure out one thing, is there a cure for this? If so, what is it?

I take requests. I don't know what I'm doing. I only made this because i was confused and kinda angry with the shipping community.

This is basically just every book I stopped writing because either 1) I lost interest or 2) it was just plain trash. So enjoy!

I woke up like this. I couldn't remember what happened to me. Will I remember? I don't know. But can someone please open the curtains. I hate seeing all of this white.

We all live in a reality where nothing is nothing anymore.

Bori ,Beiin. The ancient yet lively town with and old way of doing things. They used to look to the gods and goddesses of the stars to guide them, help answer their questions, and ease their troubled minds. Though after the war, everyone abandoned those ways and set their minds on wild punishments that aren't needed at the times that they use them. Raine Lotus wants to bring back the way of the stars but no one will listen. So he tries a different approach, as astronomy teacher at University De Nova . Though when an unexpected intruder comes lurking , Raine decides to check it out though what happens after started to make him wish he hadn't..

6 AM Thoughts is a collection of raw, unfiltered poems written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the weight of everything hits the hardest. These are the thoughts you don't say out loud-the pain buried under childhood wounds, toxic love, misunderstood mental illness, and the desperate need to be seen, heard, and loved. From the ache of growing up too fast to the scars left by narcissistic parents and broken relationships, this book is for anyone who's ever felt like they had to hold it all together while falling apart inside. Honest. Emotional. Healing. 6 AM Thoughts is not just poetry. It's survival turned into words.

Cro x reader? There is gonna me some that is not "lovey dovey" Again "Romantic", "Platonic" and Random take is as you want (This is so bad sorry)

In a world where blood holds memories, people are being found with no blood, and shortly, memories gone. The world once full of happy, remembering, people, is now a world with zombie like beings, creating an apocalypse that may never end.

A brilliant scientist has cracked time travel, but only to the extent that he is able to peer into the future of the location which he resides in. Therefore, he must stay himself, and remain convicted to his goals, so that he may be able to interpret the meanings behind the visions of the time portal.

Oh boy do I love the krakenly depths it is so calm and completely sane credits to this homura plush I found on the sidewalk repeating the same phrase over and over for giving me the prompt to write this