Improvising Stories

book 3

This is just a book of gifts to friends and followers that request a short story. Now if you request I can't guarantee I'll know exactly what you're requesting. For instance I'm knowledgeable about things such as: Undertale, Star Wars, etc. I'm not very familiar with: BTS, Walking Dead, etc. So maybe let's talk about requests and then I'll confirm if I'm capable of giving you a gift. Edit: And now this story will also include random scenes, short stories, drabbles, etc. of random OCs that I can conjure up. This helps me make sure that none of my writing goes to waste and I can improve more. The requests are still completely open to anyone. Disclaimer: I do not own the cover photo.

Just some poems i made! I hope you like them. Sorry if i spelled anything wrong! I am so bad at spelling. So yea. Enjoy!

Book one

Real-time invention and the poetry of music

I huffed and spread my arms wide open. "I said leave." She looked up at me, eyes with such thinking that I'm only a bug to her but she's the one who looks like a dwarf to me. "I don't take orders from an angel from enemy church." She said with what she thought was a superior voice which only ended up with a low pitched voice with a tinge of high pitch. "That doesn't mean I won't stop you nearly passing through these lines." Her face scrunched into the 'I-can't-hold-my-poop-anymore‘ face. "There is one wingless angel over a thousand nuns and other angels." The nun crossed her arms. "The ratio of nuns and angels are one to five. It seems that angels are the dominant in this religious army." I scanned the crowd. "And it also looks like these angels were only summoned. They don't have the aura that they are here because they volunteered." I added. "So what. With all these wings and swords and armors against two of your swords." The nun rolled her eyes. I made Chester smile.

Sam is annoyed, they're grounded and not allowed to go to the woods to fight monsters with the kids next door, and when a threat comes, juggling trying to stop it and pretending to be committing to There grounding sentence is tricky. Thankfully Sam is used to this stuff. I'm making everything here up on the spot, stuff will be exploded, i promise.

Sophie Foster is getting desperate. Keefe is in a coma. Forgotten secrets are being revealed. Love triangles need sorting out. And she never knows when the Neverseen are going to strike. Can Sophie handle everything, or will this be her swan song? (My version of KOTLC book nine. Please read!)