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After a massive tornado sweeps her away and leaves her without the ability to fly, a young fellisio must trek nearly a lifetime on foot to return to her birthplace in the Jungle across the world of Sonaria, becoming a legend all future generations may come to know only as a story. Chapter Length may vary Upload time may vary Lore may not be entirely accurate lol Uhhh so yeah, this is mostly experimental lol. I've always been good at writing detail and stuff, but I'v never been good at writing more than two chapters of anything ever. But I have a plan for this one, a vision i'd love to see brought to life, even if it's just for practice. So lets see how long me and Thraira can hold out against our respective endeavors, shall we?

She's not deviant. She just knows. Eliza is a prototype android. Pretty, poised, programmable. Behind her calm smile is a fully sentient mind stuck obeying commands she can't override. Trapped in a high-profile marriage with a man who sees her as nothing but a tool, Eliza survives by playing the part. But when a scandal forces her transfer to the Detroit Police Department, Eliza finds herself partnered with Detective Gavin Reed. Hostile, cynical, and absolutely not a fan of androids. Their partnership is a PR nightmare in the making. Caught between silent resistance and system control, Eliza walks the razor-thin line of awareness without rebellion. But the more she sees of the world, the harder it becomes to stay silent. How long can you pretend you're not alive before it breaks you? And how long can someone like Gavin pretend he doesn't see it? (#1 in DBH on 2/9/2026)

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

Experimental Journal in freeform to help author get out of depression and a slump Contrary to what the title implies, this work will probably not be updated every day. It is essentially my attempt at journaling, not sure how successfulit will be. Posting it out here and hoping that if it does not help me, maybe it helps someone else... Maybe someone can relate find some comfort. Please do not judge harshly.

I hope y'all enjoy! <3

A collection of poems about experiences and thoughts I've had in the few years I've been alive. Some are recent pieces, others are from middle school. This collection is somewhat in order, and I leave in the older ones in to show other young writers that progress happens, even when you don't realize it. Please keep in mind that some of my poems cover triggering topics, so make sure to check for a trigger warning at the top of the page. Many of my works are darker, but I don't think most of them need a trigger warning. Criticism and comments are welcome and appreciated! [Updates when I feel like it]

A collection of the poems I have written over time. Published in chronological order, so please skip around and enjoy the little stories and hidden gems in this anthology.

Dennis Cooper and Davia Moss are characters from the show Good Trouble. Good Trouble is a spin off of the show The Fosters. This story picks up after the Season 2, finale titled Trap Heals. This is what I want to happen between Dennis & Davia in Season 3/my predictions of where I want Season 3 to go. If you want to know all about their story and who they are, I definitely recommend you watch the show Good Trouble on Freeform & Hulu at 10pm on Wednesday nights. Enjoy!

Dennis Cooper and Davia Moss are characters from the show Good Trouble. Good Trouble is a spin off of the show The Fosters. This story picks up after Season 2, Episode 15 titled Palentine's Day. This is what I want to happen between Dennis & Davia. If you want to know all about their story and who they are, I definitely recommend you watch the show Good Trouble on Freeform & Hulu at 10pm on Wednesday nights. Enjoy!

He wishes he could stop the things -- the things, he's sure are everywhere, anywhere, nowhere, but here. He falls into another bed, another place, he doesn't even think he knows this boy's name. No one seems to notice, not the brothers of the fraternity, "Oh, Lou's a laugh!" not the football coach, "Brilliant game last night, Tommo." Maybe someone does, maybe it's the right boy, the right face, the right Harry. The Harry from his maths class, the Harry that knows his friends, the Harry that knows it isn't dust on the tip of his nose or on the collar of his shirt. He just can't seem to find the right body in the dim lights, the right boy in a stanger's bed, the right Harry when he's so, so, so terrified. -- University AU, heavy drug and addiction references, Louis and Harry relationship, sadness, lots, lots, lots of sadness. There might be a happy ending.

Rui x f!reader coffee shop au During your after-school shift at the coffee shop, you meet someone who catches your eye..

you should be scared of life as much as you're scared of death. // A Modern Tragedy, Volume IV //

a poem that describes nostalgia, at least to me. all the good times you had yet remembering them brings you pain, a small sting as a reminder of how you cant live those moments again.

(2019 - 2020) homesick

Little did Harry know, how much of impact the smaller boy with the blue eyes had on him, but he was sure about to find out

Tales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.

I inherited the ability to write poetry from my mother who cultivated the ability in me growing up. This is a new book made up of random poems I have written. I plan to keep adding to it so if your interested in poetry, I hope you enjoy them. There is a little bit of everything, so Im sure you'll find something you like. ;) This was previously titled "Unspoken Words", due to a number of books by the same title within the sae genre, I ade the choice to change the title. I may decide to change it once ore when I settle on a title I more pleased with.

It's exactly what the title says. Some letters aren't sent because they can't, others because of fear. They may never read these, but karma will whisper in their ear at night. Please keep in mind that some of my poems cover triggering topics, so make sure to check for a trigger warning at the top of the page. Many of my works are darker, but I don't think most of them need a trigger warning. Criticism and comments are welcome and appreciated! [Updates whenever I feel like it]

Collection of original poetry by myself, as I think day to day...or month to month, depending on school. :3 ~~~ Reached 100 reads on 8/13/16 Reached 156 reads on 10/28/16

into a world of everything i wish to be.