Imaginaton Stories

When her sister tries to kill herself, Amelia realises that she has a choice, she could run away with her sister and they could try to get a better life or she could stay home and play the rich kid .

"She is spoilt rotten, she has absolutely zero manners. A rich spoilt brat is what she is. I don't like her! I really don't! I cant stand a minute with her. " I said, frustration evident in my voice. " Oh My dear boy. Please don't be like this. We need the money. It's been so hard without your father. I am already in a lot of debt as it is and its just been a year since he died, God bless his wonderful soul." My mom says sniffing back her tears. "Her father is offering you 5000 dollar's a month just to tutor her on weekends. That's what I make in five months!. Don't let this foolish dislike for Danielle cost us this great opportunity. Plus, you never know. The two of you may become friends eventually " she finished, forcing a smile. We did need the money. And I'd do anything to see my mother happy. I got up from sitting beside her, my hands in my pocket. I didn't look at her when I spoke. I really hated what I was about to agree to. "I'd do it Mom. But only because of you. Because you and I do need the money. But about me and her being friends..... Its not going to happen Mom. I can guarantee that" I finally looked at her and she was smiling, a real smile. I'd do anything to always see her smile like this. She has been sad for too long. "Id see you later Mom" I say and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and rushed out of the house.

Short Poem~Short Stories

To the dude out there, still trying to live in the cruel world we call home, Do something about it!! Color it up!! Use some non-existing words and imaginary adventures, Whether it is good or bad, dark or light, something that can pop out of thin papers... Color the world with your imagination. Yes. It is truly a cruel yet funny world we live in.

2 kids living in LA, having big dreams of becoming future educators side by side, together forever.......... Myrill, being an English teacher in the Philippines and Ian being a historian teacher in America, will their dream of being together forever work out?

What if I told you that everything you think is real isn't? Everything you think is real isn't, your name. Birthday. Age. You can't be sure what is real or what isn't. But there is one thing that is real, your dreams. Fear your dreams because they are real. My name is Sara. Through the known and unknown. The twists and turns. Join Sara through reality and Imagination. Join her through the Crack in Reality. All rights reserved. Everything belongs to me. (even if it does feel like a Twilight Zone Fanfic) Please do NOT use these characters for your own writing. If you want to use them ask me first, though I'll probably say no lol.

this is a story that is about creepypasta and how things really are. this all came out of my head so please dont judge me. viewer description is advised (I Guess) lol ♥♡♥♡♥fack my life♥♡♥♡♥

Dwelling into the life of a boy, who lost touch with reality.

Alison is 19 yr/old girl who always loves playing around, she never thought of being serious with something. Especially when it comes to LOVE, and all of that change when her knight in shining armor/ prince charming comes to her life. <3

You know those things out there that happens everyday? Like you losing your keys, or miss placing something special. This story tells you the answer, all in a kids point of view. Imagination goes a long way.

It's all about a girl who really misses her mom and later finds her and also has an affair with her neighbor Andre.

!ALL COVER'S SEEN ARE MADE BY ME! it's just another day on Solaria when out of nowhere a portal opened to another realm..will the inhabitants of this world explore the new realm or will they hide from it,find out by reading [THE NEW REALM] There will be some swearing so please leave if you are uncomfortable with it.thank you for your time •ᴗ• this is my second attempt at a story. I'll try to post on weekends but my life is a mess so I'll probably post on random days.or not post for about a week or so do to art block but I'll try to keep updating the story whenever I can. I'm not great at making my imagination into a story so I'm sorry for any confusion, anger, etc that may occur while reading this...anyway that's enough chit chat.to the story you go!

Art, the kind you create solely on imagination. The art in which drives your soul, and by the time you’re done you know that there is a piece of you integrated into the work. Even if the picture isn’t of you, you are a part of the image. It’s like reading between the lines in a story, but in a different way. Still, you sign your name, like copyright to your imagination. A simple word in the English language turned into art. However, some would consider it destruction of property, thug work, rebellion, or something similar. All it really was was a single word sprayed illicitly on a wall. I know it was considered a punishable crime, but to me it didn’t matter much. I walked past it every day on my way to and from work at the coffee shop on Gilder Street. It was on the east side of town, but before you reached the sketchy neighborhoods. Some of the graffiti was done by gangs to mark their territory, but most was created by misunderstood teens trying to express themselves. At least that’s what I assumed. The graffiti was mesmerizing, especially to an aspiring artist like myself. However, when the scenery changes to such a degree that familiar becomes unfamiliar, safety can no longer be found, reality can be mistaken for a dream, the laws of physics seem to not exist during that moment, and every person is the perpetrator. Then you’re left standing there asking one question, “what becomes of me?”

We all have Crush. All we think na hindi natin sila makukuha?, all we think na hanggang tingin nalang sila. Pero what if your Crush likes you back, secretly?

If this just imagination, please be come true.

❝Are you real?❞

The journey of a lost soul amid a confusing and crazy world to find home.

The music was blearing in my ears, cold beads of sweat was running down my back. The cold night air was harsh, each time I breathe pain shots through my lungs, every step I take gets worse but I don’t stop running, no, I can’t stop running. I have one Goal, and I won’t stop until I've reached that goal. Running past the city lights, its 9:00pm. Cars rush by wanting to go home to their families. this is my 5th lap around the city, just 3km more before I reach my house; I have the urge to vomit, my heart is racing but I can’t stop I've come so far after These 5 years, I’m 16yrs old I haven’t seen my girlfriend Sanna in 3yrs who is now a world famous actress and singer and model, I am Akito hayama. I've been living in L.A for the past 3 yrs. recovering from my operation.Tomorrow I'll be going back to Japan.

basically just stuff i think in my head :) :P