Historias de Isitgood

This is a collection of poems from a wide amount of sources that I personally like, I hope you do too.

what happens when the world goes to shit.

There is a ghost that tries to haunt the people in elven down. Little does a girl named Joslyn is about to be possessed

Maybe it's the dead man with one of his arms ripped off Maybe it's the teenage girl who has blood in her mouth But I know I'm not making out alive...

I guess you could say this is a horror story. I guess you could feel bad for the people who died. Or sorry for the people who survived the torture. I would too, that is if I wasn't the killer. But hey! They had it coming. --- This is a short story for the #WelcomeToTheBlumhouse writing contest. It follows the life of small town killer Quincy James, and his decisions leading up to him becoming a mass murder. Except in this version of high school murder mystery, Quincy is telling the story.

Each Sunday up till Christmas I'll be reviewing all ten episodes of Doctor Who's eleventh series.

Jojos and mha crossover and this story is about what if jotaro went to ua

A girl who wanted to understand what love was. Later, she fell in love. She found out what love is.. or did she..?

A bunch of different stories. Do they connect? you will need to find out. Some about monsters, demons, killers. Others about misters, that you might need to solve. What is happening. Will you know. Can you do it?

MY ARTSY FARTSY ART No copying unless I give you permission pls

I will show you my drawings...

I'm write stories based off of Narrative Writing Prompts!

Hazel is the little girl she goes missing for years and randomly comes back but different you must read to find out what happened and where she goes in the middle of the night

A memoir by me

moves like the birds birds

In this story. My name is Becky and I'm a guardian (for now). I am the thin line between good and evil. The evil side calls me but I help good people. Every Friday I go to a bar and I end up drinking a lot. There's always this man that looks at me and creeps me out. We never talk. Umm...what else? Oh! I don't have parents and I'm 220 years old which in normal age is 22. I live in a house deep in the woods. This is my story...

She's strong, but how strong is she?

This Female Name Monique is caught in between a hard place of choosing what she is use to or sacrificing it all for a new beginning