Convoluted Stories

Collection of my own poems and fav ones :)

Amil has awoken aboard a ship of cutthroats, thieves, and liars. Pegging to use him as a tool. Not that he frankly gives a damn or has any qualms of it since he can't remember who he was or how he ended up on that ship. However, a darkness is storming over Eltwei and it brings death with it, following Amil. Journey with him as he discovers who he was and what he'll become in order to save the people he cares about. (First Draft, and prone to edits once book is fully updated and written.) Edits May Include A change to: Character description and writing Change of character interactions Change of names of characters Things That will Stay the same: Events and how they happen I May Include/Add: Different Point Of views when story requires, so it's not dialog explanation.

Ini kisah yang tidak rumit sampai akhinya, suatu sore Arga memeluk Disa erat sembari berbisik "You are mine, always will and always be"

HELLO...? ARE YOU... THERE? ARE WE CONNECTED? after frisks most recent reset, where the SOUL had set out to find every piece of gaster and put them together something went wrong... the SOUL succeeded but nothing changed, after a full pacifist run they reset... but instead of waking up on the flowerbed in the underground... they were on the surface in front of a pair of large doors, something that seemed to almost be like a bunker covered in so much moss it was as thick as the grass around it... the sound of church bells in a nearby town rang out and murmurs of people. with nothing left to do... well they went to investigate, followed by their ghost friend chara. (I've never written a description before sorry if it's shit) WARNING: breif descriptions of SUICIDE and or DEATH. SHIPS: I have one in the tags but that's only IF I find a way to implement it. Others MIGHT happen... but I'm bad with romance so don't count on it author note: HI. so welcome to my first fanfic. don't crucify me too hard I want constructive criticism, I'm writing this on my phone too, sorry about that. expect minor grammatical errors. do NOT ask for smut, I know who you are you FREAKS. also give me time. I'm COOKING. If its shit ill go back and rewrite it when i actuallyknow what im doing i promise.

Just some snippets and blurbs.

Chryslabum is the queen of the merpeople! She must choose between two wolds: one, the dark and decrepit world of the past that she is destined to inherit, the other, the seemingly calm and pleasant world of the present that is filled secrets and has a dark and seedy underbelly hidden underneath! Can she save her kingdom and find fulfillment in our world, or will she only find emptiness in two worlds that don't really want her? Noted as being one part time, one part explosions, all parts terrible storytelling, Timesplosion is WerewolvesxMermaids like YOU'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!!!

Ellie Roth doesn't expect to find her best friend, Ryan Moore, to be making out with her other friend, Julia. From then on, Ellie doesn't talk to Ryan. Until she does. But she doesn't know. And Ryan doesn't know. The convoluted part is that they weren't talking face-to-face, no oh no; they were talking through a bakery hotline.

I don't know just random shit

What can be more strange than a strong bond of relationship between a landlord and her tenant that she hand over him a diary ! . And why this ennoble lady of Ciemeria leaves her property to her son who is missing?? Is he really missing ??

Things are often more complicated than they seem, and when confronted by the need to bury the same person twice, some people in a small, dusty town get to relearn that.

Leanne, Ashleigh, Noah, and Elijah are sucked up in a murder that happened over 100 years ago. A man had been murdered near where Noah lives, and the ghosts only wants Leanne to assist him. Will they be able to get this ghost out of their lives?

A story I've been working on. Please enjoy.

These words poured out of my being just as difficultly as the third bottle of distilled molasses. It's scorching intensity which lingered within the oesophagus melted even the block of ice residing not in the tumbler but that of the heart. What remained; a deluded concoction of emotions culminating in this collection of cryptic confessions.