Corridors Stories

Imogen lives in a hotel in the USA. It's not an expensive hotel either, but it's just right for her. She also loves the Armenian- American, System of a Down frontman, Serj Tankian. But how does she react when she actucally finds him staying at the very hotel she is in? © TheGreatMissY 2015 I DO NOT OWN SOAD OR SERJ TANKIAN. THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL.

It was September 6 I started my new school at western high school I enter the door a lot of children was staring at me while I walk on the corridor it was so creepy and a little dark. Then a teacher came to me"you must be the new student Amy Johnson right"yeah follow me she said then walks off quickly she was a little creepy"class we have a new student Amy Johnson come in"I then entered the classroom and a lot of students was staring at me especially the boys sit anywhere you like"then I went to a empty seat at the back beside a handsome boy with black hair red lips he was so cute I sit down then the teacher began to teach the class I was very bored I asked to go to the bathroom as I walk on the corridor I was getting more scared finally I reach the bathroom I went to the mirror fixing my makeup Then I saw a shadow figure of a girl in uniform like ours she went into one of the bathroom stall while leaving the door open it's better when you lock the door I said to her but get no respons

One day they're in school, the next they're in a humongous labyrinth about the size of the new country in the middle of the ocean. It has no name, the country, but the extensive maze takes up the space of the country, in the country. They have five years to leave the place. If they do, there is a boat waiting to take them home. If not, they will be stuck in the maze forever with no food and very little water. Oh, and no one over 14 was put in. There are no adults. The kids must figure it out themselves. SONG LYRICS CREDIT TO OWNERS Don't Stop Believin' by Journey Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day Time Of Your Life (Good Riddance) by Green Day Perfect (altered lyrics) by Ed Sheeran

It is all about how a brilliant boy met a girl and how he fell in love with her in that little age . It is about his memories of his schooling .He goes into past for a while and feels contented.So,let us see how cool and cute his love story is.

In a world where monsters no longer hide, Rei survives by accident. Taken into the depths of a vast vampiric mansion, he becomes the unwilling blood-bound companion of Shiro-an ancient vampire whose presence lingers in every shadow, every corridor, every silence. Though no chains hold Rei in place, escape proves impossible. No matter where he goes, Shiro is always there-watching, waiting, protecting in ways that feel disturbingly intimate. Bound by a forgotten plea and a pact Rei cannot remember making, the line between captor and guardian begins to blur. As the mansion reveals its secrets and Rei's past slowly resurfaces, he must confront a terrifying truth: Some bonds are not forged by force... but by choice made in desperation. And some monsters don't haunt you from the dark- they walk beside you.

After suffering a traumatic childhood, 11-year-old Quinn is sent to a foster home. She notices her foster family acting strange. Before she knows it, she is brought to Isapeth, a mysterious school that reeks of fantasy novels she's stuffed her head full of. Between school, friends, social life, reputation, her history, and...boys...can Quinn keep her head level? And what's that dark magic that everyone keeps talking about?...

They came to do what was expected: To Seed and Colonise. Billions were scattered - only a tiny percentage would find a viable, fertile home. One such seed fell to earth.

A teenager named Addy finds an application for a tourist attraction at an abandoned insane facility, she arrives and halfway through the trip, the group suddenly dies... Her and her brother are the only ones left... Can they survive? Can they escape? Or will they rot, just like the other unfortunate victims? Only you will know.

It's not a lie. I use to have bad nightmares at night and often they follow me in the other dreams. This is the second I wanna write down here.

Late night. Dark house. Nobody home. This is a very short chiller story that I wrote to distract myself from being scared on one of those dark nights.

It wasn't the chaos. It was the silence. The silence in her head. It was the silence in her mind that drowned her. She had grown empty long before she ended the war. She had nothing left to live for.

Chronicling the life of my character in Hogwarts Mystery game. There wasn't enough fleshing out of the characters so I added more to it. At the bottom of some chapters are credit to where credit is due.

follow Jack through his normal day to day life... or is it? the violence does not get worse or happen more often. it will be toned down for viewer purposes.

A happy poem : 3 please comment, follow or vote :DD

Waking up in the middle of the night brings out the mystery of everything....

My name is Seven. A pen name I used since I was a teen. I'll take you to a place where stories are hidden in memories a decade and a half ago. While I dedicate the whole story to the young ones who want to see how a classic high school life went, I share this wholeheartedly to all 'young at hearts' who want to look back in the past . My own version of simplicity and innocence back in my time and how was it defined. I wrote about my high school life and the stories of friendship and beyond, discovery of passion, crossroads situation of being young , sent and unsent letters from shy faces of admiration, inspiring teachers and mentors who told me I would become a 'writer someday'. A story about a hundred and fifty days that I missed when I left and cherished over time, over a period of time I didn't think it would take longer than it should just take five months. It lasted for years and years of waiting until I decided to write the details, petals and pieces of precious moments back when I was young...

It chased me through my dreams all ending in a void like death, but I always wake up from the dreams... or do I?

An experiment. Critiques and feedback appreciated.