Erratic Stories

It was a regular night for Liz. One night as she was making dinner, her neighbor Sam comes over to tell him about one of the many dates he's been going on lately. But that night, things were different, and took an unexpected turn.

A world made with creative minds, a escape from reality, a lot of thing in this world are based of of thing in real life, so don't be too surprised when you get Vampire Diary references This wonderful world called Jafatas wasn't just made by me ya know, @Erratic_Narwhal helped out a lot with creating Jafatas, it's actually. A year old now, we have only just decided to let ppl know about this world. As there becomes more character, let me know your ships in the comments

This is a compilation of my poems. Everything I write is from my mind and from my perspective therefore I do not expect you to agree with everything I write. If I write about a controversial issue then obviously my views will be biased. I will respect everyone's opinions however I also expect you to respect my opinions so please no bashing the crap out of my poems. Also, I am aware that I don't have a particular rhyme scheme to my poems however poetry isn't all about rhyming ^-^

That struck his interest. As his enchanting, grey gaze leisurely made its way to meeting my dull, brave one I felt my heart rate increase and a burn begin in the bottom of my lungs. My tongue suddenly felt thick as our eyes met. A small smirk played at the corners of his lips as he looked over his shoulder at me. "Tsk," he shook his head. "Don't you ever learn, dear Ava?" In a split moment he was in front of me, supporting my body with one arm as he hovered me less than a foot from the ground. My breath lodged in my throat as his eyes scanned my features, the pad of his thumb running across my bottom lip. I could feel each indent of his print against my skin. Time felt frozen as he raked his slow torture over me. Another small "tut" noise emitted from his throat as he leaned in close to my ear. His deep and melodic voice, throaty with hunger then rang into my sole ear. "Never dance with the devil." *** Mature content. Violence and sexual content as well as strong language may occur.

Dentro de toda tu vida ¿puedes enumerar la cantidad de veces que has sido herido?, en una escala de 1 a 10 podrías definir el grado de intensidad de dolor que te causo tal acción, palabra, gesto, etc. Después de esto ¿podrías tener la seguridad de que si relatas cada historia a cualquier otra persona y la sometes a las preguntas anteriores, tendrían la misma respuesta?. Es probable que muchos coincidan contigo, podría ser que alguien este en desacuerdo total e incluso puede que alguien mas diga, que quizá tu fuiste la culpable. Vivimos en la época en que conocemos las opiniones de los demás, somos libres y nos podemos expresar, al menos eso sucede en la mayoría de los casos. Todos sabemos que en algún punto de nuestra vida hemos realizado acciones que acaban por herir a alguien mas, algunas veces sin intención oras veces en verdad no lo sabemos. A cuantos conocidos has escuchado decir, "me dolió pero no le dije nada" y cuantos te han hecho sentir la peor persona, cual es la cantidad de odio exacta que hay en tu corazón? Cuantas personas te odian?, ¿de verdad esas personas a tu alrededor te aman. Tenemos cientos y cientos de preguntas que no tienen respuesta, porque todos nos consideramos buenos, o malos. Preguntas que quizá no hemos pensado en hacernos. Meditemos un poco sobre algunas cosas para poder entrar a la historia de una vida, en la que el dolor se veía y media de formas muy distintas. Todos dicen que las madres aman a sus hijos, pero, ¿podrías imaginar a una madre que busca vengarse de su hija?, ¿Podrías sentarte a escuchar la historia de esa madre volverte imparcial y no juzgar antes de conocer todas las perspectivas? Si estas mental y moralmente preparad@ entonces continua y descubre cuales son "las perspectivas del dolor"

A thrilling, gothic horror with deep sensual undertones and hints. Set in a gothic Manor House- leaving lots to the imagination. It's a short story of an unknown man and a lost girl. Enjoy!

" Blood Sovereign: The Final Battle of Blisster " In the frozen shadows of Russia's underground ice city, a war unlike any other ignites-Alanna Sovereign, the most feared killer in history and undisputed queen of Blisster, comes face to face with her greatest betrayal: Zoe Bartholomews, the cunning hacker known as "The Reaper," once her most trusted sniper and now a police informant playing both sides. For years, Blisster thrived on chaos, fear, and merciless power-until Zoe turned. Behind her cold, calculated eyes and sniper's aim was a secret alliance with international law enforcement. She leaked locations, sabotaged operations, and slowly dismantled the empire from within-all while hiding in plain sight beside the Empress of Death herself. But Alanna Sovereign doesn't forgive betrayal. Now, the world watches as these two titans of terror clash in a city carved from ice and steel, a secret haven for exiled warlords. The battle is live-streamed across the globe, hijacked by dark web broadcasters, as underground mobs, intelligence agencies, and rival syndicates tune in to witness the most destructive one-on-one fight of all time. Zoe fights with precision, tech-enhanced weaponry, and brutal sniper agility. Alanna fights with sheer rage, unmatched martial prowess, and the instinct of a born killer. Each blow cracks the ice, each scream echoes across continents. Blood stains white snow. Satellites shake. Cities riot. This is more than revenge. This is war between past and present. Between loyalty and betrayal. Between two monsters made by the same machine. Only one will survive. And the world will never forget her name.

La niña, aun ella sin saber que significaba crecer lo deseaba más en el mundo, pero fue el inicio de algo que marcaría su vida para siempre .Ella no sabía lo que le esperaba , pero es inevitable todos pasamos por esa etapa . Aun así, ella sonreía al escuchar la palabra crecer ,sin importarle los comentarios que los adultos le decían. Pero un dia se dio cuenta ,el porque en el mundo existen los villanos, no era color de rosas como lo pintaban en el cuento ,que no existían los cuentos con finales felices ,que no había ningún príncipe con su corcel , o uno que rompiera el hechizo con un beso de amor,que existía algo llamado desamor ,decepcion, depresion todo lo opuesto al amor y a la felicidad .Ese fue el dia donde lo comprendió ,¡Crecer! era la palabra de error.

~This story depicts about a girl Maria,suffering from psychometry , who was probably known as erratic in the family and walks out of her family ,works as waitress at Mr.McKenzie's cafe.She hates her self for being ingrained,latter she comes across a guy who is a CEO of his company and teaches her how important self love is....

I don't know 🙂‍↔️

Serenity Death was never meant to be normal. Raised in a pristine suburb with conservative parents and four perfectly programmed siblings, she always felt like a glitch in the system. Paranoid, erratic, and fiercely idealistic, Serenity quits college, donates her life savings to an ocean charity, and disappears to a deserted island in Sulani. No power. No plumbing. No plan. Just a mailbox, a mission, and a mind full of static. The Death of Normal is a comedy survival saga about one woman's quest to live off the grid, escape the simulation, and maybe, just maybe, find peace in the chaos. * Mature themes maybe. Coconut drama. Frog feasts. Volcano therapy. *

a collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or written But they are my works, As poorly written as some of them maybe and as confusing These are parts of me written down. So have fun reading.

An Apocalypse of poetry.

If you're interested, you could come and see what my life has in store. It's not really to catch the eye of attention, but to share my experiences with the public. Maybe we could help each other out if we did similar things going on. Who knows? Hi, my name is Lauren. I'm going to be writing in this journal through the summer. Don't worry, I will add some detail before it really starts. Note this: I'm not the BEST writer, but I'm pretty good at it if I say so myself. Give me some pointers, please... I'm begging you... plssssss. Also, some advice whenever there's something rough would be nice. Read to find out why you buckeroos.

Stories withheld by abstracts, or disembodied ideas, that will make you question the way you perceive these "creatures".

Are really annoying and fairly funny protagonist finds a haunted house well driving with her friends. Shes loves the drama and is definitely a sociopath. Will she annoy Karen off the edge? Will I ever finish this story? Find out now, on Home sweet Haunted!

Holly driftwood is/was a British influencer who has not been seen since being involved in a series of incidents which ended her very brief influencing career. This is her diary which she kept from the beginning. She gave it the imaginative title of 'My Journey Journal'

A group of friends living in the town of Elwood go on adventures wether it be dimension hopping, fighting demons or just hanging out with zombies. Join them as they uncover the weirdness of the world they live in.