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Just roleplay

A bunch of short stories and things that I feel and need to let out. Sorry if they are no good.

KIM Y/N it's a story about a girl NAME y/n . Her childhood never been in her favour. Her mother died when she was 8 and her father leave her in orphanage so she have nothing to call family. JEON JUNGKOOK A ruthless,fearless,heartless mafia never think anything before killing will their ship will sail or drown let's see. so here we began a journey to 2019 MR JEON'S MRS JEON

-poke poke- mom I threw up TW: THROW UP. do I need to explain why it needs a Tw?

My name is Issabella Andrews and this is the story of my life. My dad died in a car crash when i was six ,it was hard at first but it made me stronger . Since then , my mother started being friends with Everley Blossom . She has two sons and an incredible daughter . I absolutley hate Cole and Finley but will I hate them this much after this summer? Read to find out.

The things that happen in South Park are just normal, everyday things to these townsfolk!

Look... I stopped working on 2 of my fanfics to make this dw I'm not overworking myself getting this done. I really enjoy this. Anyways. --- Every wonder how Dream got Nightmare? Well, Nightmare is a distant relative from Dream's family who was sacrificed to give Dream powers. Dream in turn sacrifices his life to bring back everyone killed in Wilbur's explosion... In turn having to choose to latch himself onto the closest conscious person. Technoblade. Well at least he gets to have fun narrating Techno's miserable life.

zanvis fic Emo boy and his boyfriend Note: I'm writing this with only the little knowledge I have retained from elementary school. So maybe ooc and inaccurate lol Also this will mostly be in Zane's pov and kawaii-Chan is just referred to as Nana and she doesn't say Chan or senpai because I physically cannot bring myself to write her like that. She will still speak in 3rd person

It's just a story of my life nothing else I wanna just share with everyone,,, Its a story A fan who loves her idol but it Becomes Obession

The third installment to my ongoing series Injustice Dies in Daylight. Now all bets are off as the Magna Force and Victor take on Banshee and the Erronei Liberos,all while more secrets are uncovered and pasts are dug up.

Hey its me

I got freaking 200 Followers. In 71 days. THAT MEANS I GOT,LIKE,2 FOLLOWERS A DAY. I'M NOT EVEN THAT LIKEABLE. WHAT THE HELL???? TYSMMMMMMMMMMMMM YA'LL ARE AMAZING!!!!

This will be in the POV of my second character Amber cause why not and she was my original character for this story anyways! XD **DISCONTINUED**

[WARNING!] Swears and spoilers! #54 in SOULS tag on May 12, 2018 #10 in DREEMURR tag on May 18, 2018 So stood the little child on top of Mt. Ebott, staring at the yawning hole in front of her. This was it. This was where everything would end. She sighed. At least she could die without anyone remembering her. That's how she should end. Humanity was cruel, selfish, and hateful. They didn't deserve her, so many times complimented for her kindness. She drew in a shaky breath and stepped forward. She felt her foot snag on a vine and she plummeted downward. Butterflies took flight in her stomach and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Before she knew it, she had met the ground. She felt every bone in her body shatter. But strangely, a few minutes later, she opened her eyes, knowing from the small glimpse of her death spot that she was alive. She looked around. Pillars rose from the floor around her. She thought she was dead. "It sounds like it came from over here!" A voice startled her. Her rattling breaths grew fast and shallow as her heart beat in fear. A small, white-furred humanoid thing emerged from the darkness. He resembled a goat and sported a green shirt with two yellow stripes and blue jeans. He was a monster. He gasped at the sight of the child and said "Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you?" He kneeled down and reached for the girl's hand. His hands were furry too, with small white claws poking through the fur. She backed away, still on the ground, cornering herself on a pillar. "Its okay!" the monster said. "I don't bite!" He inched slightly closer. His eyes were full of worry and welcome. The child reached out shakily and grabbed his hand, wincing and waiting to die. She felt her hand being tugged and was pulled up. "Are you okay?" the monster asked. "What's your name?" "I..." The child began, speaking for then first time in what felt like forever. "I'm fine, and I'm Chara." "Chara? That's a nice name," the monster said. "My name is Asriel."

This will be a series of poems my mum has been writing for 21 years. Hope you enjoy

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