Freeform Stories

Alcatraz had survived the Ceph invasion, had survived the melding of minds with Prophet, had survived punching a hole in reality fucking with an alien doomsday machine. but here he drift in space... SECOND keeping him in slumber while the neural map of Prophet was trying to alleviate the damage done to his psyche. "My name is Prophet... Alcatraz... remember me" was their last words and indeed everyone did remember him. But one final last ditch effort to screw up his happy ending some small jelly faced squid had shown such meager life that its ship spooled to life. Now he was here. Somewhere he was certain WASN'T earth. Always faithful, always forward. let's get tactical marine!

Athena Lightwood. Parabatai to Isabelle. A Lightwood sibling. A Nephilim, a Shadowhunter-born to protect mankind from demons, a never ending battle against evil. Many worked well together. Others didn't. Alec, Jace, Athena, Isabelle-they've always been the fierce four. And then Clary Fray showed up unannounced....

Loneliness taught by one, perfected by the other. enjoy.

𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆 ✧ come, live in my daydream. © September 2020

This is a rewrite of the Pretty Little Liars series finale, Till DeAth Do Us PArt.

What if Clary had an older Sister, Her story, She knew about the Shadow World she knew she was a Shadowhunter. The thing is when she was 13 Clarry was 10 and Azrael, Clary's Older sister was Kidnapped by Valentine and was Experimented on. She was the only one who Survived the Experimentations to such a high level. When she Escaped she went to Magnus then When back home a month before Clary's 18th Birthday, What happens when Clary Azrael and Simion go to Pandemonium and knock into a certain Blonde shadowhunter.

Welcome to my blog about The Fosters on Freeform! (Formally known as ABC Family). Here, you'll find episode reviews, random blog posts, pictures of the cast, screen caps, etc, all having to do with The Fosters. Make sure to add it to your library so you can get notified when I update! And be sure to comment and talk to me about my posts! All the love❤️

THIS IS NOT MY STORY! All credit goes to LittleLuxray on Ao3

After getting out of Juvie, Callie moves to Anchor Beach to start fresh. There, she meets Brandon and instantly feels a connection. But because of an ex, she has issues growing to trust Brandon and admitting to herself that she's slowly growing feelings for him.

And that's all he wrote.

a group of pomes ranging from ballads to freeform to lyric.......what els can i say? oh ya this my first story so it would mean the world if you would review.

An Archive; A collection of poems, written by a very angsty teen, who is now a slightly less-angsty, arguably more-stable young adult.

A collection of poems touching on anxiety, depression, love and the surreal. Please don't read if you are triggered by the topic of self-harm.

Just poems I wrote. You can also find these + more on my Instagram: ace_writes_

Celestia wakes up one morning and wishes to gamble, however she never thought she'd be playing with the shy girl in the cafeteria, and be exchanging secrets, instead of money. The Cover art doesn't belong to me. All characters go to Danganronpa, not me!

A poem, from a quiet, lonely place.

A collection of poems written from 2012-2019

A collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please comment any thoughts. Well it seems I have poured more of myself into this book of poems than I've really expressed to any one person irl. But the masochist inside me really wants you all to read it because why not share my head with strangers? But maybe this matters. Maybe this shows something- some progression becuase some of the earliest poems are are about, or reference, self harm and I'm glad to say that's behind me. I can follow a lot of my relationship with existentialism throughout it, as well as simply my attitude towards poetry (quatrains of iambic tetrameter with abab rhyme schemes are still cool but they aren't my go-to.) So yeah, maybe writing poetry in a toilet when I'm trying to calm down from a panic attack, or better yet in the midst of having one, and putting it up on some anonymous platform means something. Because I'm still not what else does.

The end is here, but we learn a darker secret. A secret that unleashes all hell onto a scout and map-maker both mentally and physically. Started:5/22/23 Status:Ongoing Ended:N/A