Disarray Stories

A girl with a horrible past is coming to terms with what happened. What she doesn't realize is it's bringing her closer To the truth of what really happened that night. Will she be able to save herself or lose it to the forces pulling her in?

Sypnosis: Simon is bored. Dangerously bored. The kind of bored that makes you send chaos into someone's marriage just to feel something. But inside him lurks "not-Simon"-and that part of him doesn't just cause trouble. It destroys. When Simon finds a cold case about an unsolved murder in Hawaii, he can't resist digging in. The mystery leads him to a confession, a twisted game, and a girl who swears she'll never love anyone. He's about to prove her wrong. And then prove her right. Because the stars were always meant to fall. ©Hawaii Part: II ©Miracle Musical ©Genius and Reddit Community a/n: oh want to fork this story? bruh idc, just give credit and do what you like. i'd love to see simon riding a 500 teeth dinosaur. 3:))

This story follows Diamond. A young teenager who might end her life because of the horrible things that has happened in it.

Scream out before you're swallowed whole.

𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐, 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒.

After being evicted and left homeless, Harry Styles must find a way to provide for himself. With his criminal past, and his growing desire for this one brunette, will Harry be able to get his life out of this disarray?

The blank thought explains the emptiness of the mind in a disarray situation

It's what I want. It's what I need. It's...

A long awaited project has been kicked off and put into full gear! I've been working on this on and off since I first wrote my Christmas Special and I have to say I'm beyond excited for this. This trilogy is based off my original characters: Mark, Lynn, and Jane. (Duncan makes his excerpt as well into the story) I'll make an in-depth description of the book afterwards but the basics are that North America has been plunged into complete disarray; a full scale terror plot has been activated and no one knows what to do. The story will take trip cross-continent as they make a hasty escape to the West coast in hopes to make it to the much safer European front. (Don't ask why they don't go to the East coast instead, if they didn't head west it'd be a VERY short story) Don't worry! It won't just be the main four characters, I'll be introducing several more original characters (that may or may not be killed off) and even more one offs so it won't be a boring self-centered story.

Ever wondered what happens behind the pulpit? Get in here! "She was here." I mumbled to myself. "She was here," I breathed again, realizing the significance of her appearance. "This can't be happening." I wailed silently. "Just can't!" Running my fingers across my eyes repeatedly, I said a very simple prayer. "Lord help me!" Meet Pastor Adrian, a fire filled pastor, whose passion of dealing mercilessly with demons and spirits led him into the arms of the demons he hunted. Following the emergence of a 'Unique' vessel, he hadn't realized that his innocent collaboration with a dark entity 'shukura' was about to ruin all he had built and subsequently expose him to the world. While he struggled, God had already raised someone close to him to stand in the gap. But will he yield and be obedient to the voice of God? Please this is the first part of a three series book. 'Channelled Saints Series' - Book 1 Note: This book had been rewritten and book cover changed.

A series of characters living life in the brazilian jungles.

How I wrecked the universe and blew it with my girlfriend. Or did I?

Disarray, Connor and Sam were all friends. One day Sam and , the boys of the group, found a portal that lead to another dimension to a world full of supernatural creatures. Go on their journey as they go through the portal full of terror and adventure to stop the dangerous creatures of these supernatural world.

The flesh is but a life bringing vessel, Though the spirit yields truth. A gentle whisper within chaotic disarray, Bodily projector of its words. Within its breeze I mimic its flowing, Yet I am forever a nobody, To fall short of its immaculate glory. Take not these words, As if being talked down to, I am guilty of all of which, Manifests in the writing. Only a receptacle, I am, have been, will always be only comparable to dirt. A.D. ©

A collection of poetry I made in my spare time. Please excuse the story cover, I am not an artist.