Fantasyish Stories

This is a space where all my characters are going to be talked about. So their names, ages, races, and all that will be discussed.

If you had a second chance, would taking it really be worth it? Would you sacrifice the journey to undo your regrets? (Cover is not my own. Credits go to: https://weheartit.com/entry/344548836)

What if schizophrenics aren't as crazy as people are led to believe? Amelia Jaclyn is not a normal girl, she never has been. Her only friend is in her head, or so people think. Amelia is convinced that she's real, despite the fact that no one else can see her. What if her friend is not alone, what if all the voices that schizophrenic people hear are real, just not from our world? What if they're not friendly? Can Amelia gather other schizophrenic people, can she get them to work together? It's hard enough without an invasion that only the crazy can see coming.

This is basically the first chapter of a story I'm starting. I'm just posting this as a way to sort of motivate me to keep writing. I'm open to criticism, but I don't really expect anyone to read this, so yeah. I added the second chapter since that's when the main character appears.

This is a fan fiction about Dean Winchester and Castiel. If you know what the show Supernatural is and you know what Destiel is, you've came to the correct spot.

A story about a half human-half demon. He falls in love with a girl that's not what she seems. She is similar to him in a way, but not entirely. Now onto where the Hell I got the idea of making a story, because I'm lazy and not that good at literature. Basically how it all started was that I was role-playing with someone who sadly ain't a friend anymore...we role-played for a few weeks and a whole 24+ page story came from it after extraction all the text and editing it slowly. I will try and post at least a page or two a week. Also feedback is nice. And uh. To be honest I'm not gonna be proud of it unless y'all like it. If you don't then *honestly* tell me in the comments.

You're home alone and you're bored to death and have absolutely no idea of what to do. You just sit there going through a list of things that would normally seem fun but you just don't feel like doing. Well, this is what happened to me one day and so I decided I would write a bit. I couldn't think of anything for the story I was already writing so then I decided I would write a new, really small story to give my imagination a jump start. It's so short that I don't really know how to describe it, so I guess you'll have to read it to find out! ; )

‘No, no, no, no no no,’ John clutched his head, fingertips pressing into his skull. ‘Don’t lose control.’ ‘But why not?’ John glared at himself, the voice in his head speaking softly and gently. ‘It’s only for a few moments. You can give me that much, can’t you?’ His jaw clenched tighter, teeth grinding against each other. The agony was written on his face, but those hazel eyes stared coldly back at him, always coldly. And empty. John is insane; that much is all he can remember. His life wasn't a good one, but with his other half, he struggles to exist. He craves silence, and the peace it will bring him. When the police come after John, he's forced into a period of revelation about himself, and perhaps he will truly find the peace he desires. ~~~~~~~~~~~ This was an assignment for my creative writing class. I think it is well-written, and I hope you all like it :) This is the 2nd update, now expanded upon version of this story. However, this is still technically a rough draft, so hopefully you guys enjoy it as I wait to get final feedback on this for class

At my funeral Don't cry I've been dead for a long time

Roshlin is nobody. Living in the shadow of the crumbling Blackcrown keep on the Sunset Shore, she expects nothing from her life but to inherit her parents' cottage and orchards, seeing the same people and the same places, watching the highborn trainers pass through on their way to Highgarden and wishing she were one of them. Until, that is, a chance visit to Oldtown puts her and her two best friends in the path of the eccentric Archmaester Alder. And he's got a new goal for them: fight the kingdom's eight gyms and become the Champion of Westeros. But it's easier said than done. Lowborn and inexperienced, Rosh, her friends and their Pokemon have to battle not only the toughest trainers in the land, but also prejudice, snobbery and hate on their path to the Red Keep and the Champion, King Aeron III Targaryen. And he's not the only one keeping an eye on them. The Red Priests are back on Westerosi shores, bringing with them whispers of controversy and conspiracy. Thin webs of plotting stretch from Highgarden to Sunspear to Pyke and beyond, and it isn't long before Rosh, Lil and Cee are ensnared...

I love graffiti ; isn't it just amazing? The art, the mark you leave behind. I was chilling with two of my most trusted adding what we call adding our mark to the dull brick alley. We looked like a unit with our matching gang hoodies; hoods up and our half-face balaclavas adorned. We had nearly completed the graffiti of our logo when an ear piercing shriek, no doubt female, sounded in the air. We froze. Dropped our spray cans and followed the voice... In front of us was a fragile, small girl, approximately our age being thrust against the wall. Tears ran endlessly down her bruised face while the ruthless attacker towered over her tiny frame. Before anything else could happen we found ourselves sprinting head first towards the attacker. The attacker turned towards us. Shock momentarily lined his face before it twisted into a repulsive snarl, he had pulled a fist back but it was too slow and we got what we needed. Him to make the first move. A/N: this is my first story. Please give it a chance... I suck at this blurb thing. Don't steal, or copy etc it is copyrighted. Every little piece! ENJOY.

I invite you to follow Jung Hwa and Aiko Tailban in their story. This is a story based on an ai chat I did and was inspired also by a friend to make. I hope it is as enjoyable for others as it is to me.

How could Felicity not feel betrayed after her only friend, Giselle, left her for a boy? She had to; she must've been the one that got revenge! Who else could it be? A story about two girls' unlikely friendship. It was going great, until one event snowballed into another. It can't get much worse, can it?

Meet 12 year old orphan Ella Marie Johnson. For about 6 years, Ella Marie has lived in an orphanage because there was no one to care for her, mainly because everyone that had the even slightest possibility to care for her, well, I'm sorry to say this, but, DEAD. Her parents died in a car crash on her fifth birthday, Aunt and Uncle from her mom's side from an AIRPLANE crash, Aunt and Uncle on her father's side, also in a car crash when she was only THREE. Ella Marie is a huge swiftie and ADORES taylor. It would be not POSSIBLE for Taylor to adopt anyone, but in reality, it's reality for Ella Marie.

Carmen and Mark were friends. They did everything together. Mark dies and Carmen doesn't know what to do. When Carmen starts to hear Mark from the other side, can she fall in love with the friendly neighborhood poltergeist?

Mash is a fun game to play with your friends. I have many ideas for this story. I was thinking that i would come up with the games and you could comment on what you came up with or I can show you what me and my best friend came up with. You can tell me in the comments