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Karma's class finally ended and he's decided to stick around for a bit and get under his English teacher's skin, Irina Jelavić.

This is my very short Fic ever, Criticism would really be appreciated!! I'm not sure of this will just be a one shot or if I should continue it, let me know!! ^-^ Edit!: Expect better works now!! Tell me what I can do better!!

*loosely based off of 'not a lot, just forever' by adrianne lenker* THEODORE NOTT LOVE STORY. This work contains language, death, mentions of abuse, poor mental health and light violence. Tragedy strikes Eileen Gaunt-a fourth year Slytherin at Hogwarts-and now her life is one sick joke, a never-ending one at that. Since losing all family to Lord Voldemort at birth, she's always been distant from reality. Depression washing over young mind far too early in life. There was only one thing in the world she yearned for. A connection. But at the return of Lord Voldemort, her life had only gotten darker. A perfect candidate she was, and she had never connected the true dots as to why. Upon meeting the Lord, she'd become a follower. One duel gone wrong. One spell reversing entirely. Eileen Grant became immortal, stuck at the age of 15 for eternity, right when she had finally met her match for a connection in the corridors. Years 4 - Early "Adult"hood. THIS WORK HAS JUST BEEN STARTED, 6/30/26. Come back later..? Recommended 14+ #1 IN darkmark, 7/6/26 Some characters and plot developments do belong to J.K. Rowling. Some plot developments might not occur in exact order to better go along with the story.

Book 3 of RUNESIGHT ---- Read 1 and 2 first Updates almost every Saturday at 6 am Mountain time completed offline

An oc insert (technically) of Beyblade Burst. If people actually like this then I'll do one for evolution. Maybe. If I feel like it. Warning! I am a crap writer! Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Beyblade Burst.

The clock ticked down as twenty-two beings breathed heavily. They were almost finished ninety-nine out of one hundred, they just needed that one cat.

What if the fight in the bathroom sixth year had gone differently- in fact, what if it didn't happen? What if Malfoy didn't throw the first spell, what if none were cast? This one-shot follows the infamous "Sectumsempra" scene/chapter and my rewrite of it: It does not happen. Here, it's a mix of what happens in the book and the movie. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter is not owned by me.

Benny and Ethan have started dating, Ethan's parents don't take to kindly to that. In hopes of making life better for his boyfriend Benny plans a trip to Portland, Maine. Now he has to tell Ethan. Basically a short oneshot songfic for benthan. The song is portland by the Bowling Shoes because I've been listening to it nonstop. Fun fact: I wrote this at 12 am

poems and other shit that I wrote when the big sad came to punch me in the dick for no reason at all :/ Warning: swearing probably Also, side note, I made the cover myself what do you think?

[Wings of fire - Evolution AU] What if Darkstalker listened to Fathom? The dragonets of destiny never had a destiny. They were hatched just like every other dragon, on the rim of war, ready to fight for their tribes and die for their world. Except, they aren't the exact same dragonets that you know, having never lived under the mountain, never growing up together. Though they may still be the dragonets that you remember. -Daily updates- From chapter 2: Uhar woke, blinking in confusion at the light. He'd never seen anything this bright in his life. Looking out over the cliff, he saw the source, like a blinding flame that was thousands of times more powerful than any spark. It was round and it rested in the sky far above him, illuminating the ground below. It was strange in more ways than that. Since it seemed as if the sky itself was broken. The whiteness that had completely covered it before had moved. Revealing a bright endless blue behind. There were still patches of that whiteness far above, but they seemed fluffy now, no longer a blanket of dread covering the world. They were all different shapes and sizes, but they had none of the previously uniform aesthetic. The sky was turning bright colors as he watched, reds and oranges, reflecting off those white things into pinks and purples as well, it was the most wonderful thing that Uhar had ever seen, colors he'd never even imagined were in that sky. He watched the world in awe, feeling his ears rise with excitement. If this was the world his ancestors had left behind, he couldn't imagine why they'd ever wanted to leave.

Shoto walks home from school late at night. On his route home, he passes by a swing set. (Slight tw for implied suicide) (Cover is by mine)

There were once people who walked among the stars, people who built cities in the sky, people who could make any dream a reality. Those people are gone now, and the Sui are all that's left of them.

Ghost Erasers... They call each other by code names... Dangerous cases and betrayal are the norm, so real names are nothing more than a liability... This is a spin on the Ghost Eraser movies from Pokestar Studios, telling stories from the stranger side of the Pokemon world. All pokemon stuff belongs to Nintendo. Not me.

So, my teacher ask us to write a short story and here it is. I know it is weird but hope you like it. Thank for reading English is not my first language, expect some mistakes. If you kindly notice them I'll correct them.

Sickfick between Michael Mell and Jeremy Heere who has to "save" him. ( I'm sick with the same thing atm and can't sleep. So you're getting this. Hi. )

This, is the story of the creation of everything. Beginning from an abyss, ending in a thriving universe. Yet, not everything was sunshine and rainbows. Creatures suffered, unable to die for centuries. Creatures when they were able to, did die, and countless species were wiped out... This, is the story, of the Abyss.

(The Design of Change, an Upon wings of change fanfiction. Thank you to crystalscherer for writing such an amazing original work.) ~~~ I had never asked for this-the relentless unraveling of what once was. To be reborn is to be torn apart first; every shape once worn, every name once spoken, stripped violently away until only raw, trembling flesh remains. The heat closes in-merciless, suffocating. The walls tighten, pressing down until breath fractures and thought dissolves, and everything once familiar collapses under the weight of becoming something unrecognizable. Yet even in the silence, in the dark where no voice should reach, something stirs. A flicker. A cruel, stubborn light-fragile, but unyielding. It whispers that even in these ashes, something will rise, not by grace, but by grit. It will claw its way out. It always does. I remember the killing light. The world's slow massacre. Ships drifting like bones through the heavens, forever tearing along the seams of the sky, until all that remained was the ghost of what once lived. But the sun did not die that day. The world remembers-but it moves forward. That's what it does. It forgets gently, and keeps burning. And you ask yourself- Is this all there is? Is sorrow the only shape left? Has hope withered? Did love vanish into smoke? You've always been product of the designs of change. Im posting/ive posted this story in the following places, and i do not allow it to be reposted anywhere else: Quotev, Wattpad, Fanfic.net, Ao3, Royal Road, and Spacebattles. NOT teenfic.net. IF YOU ARE READING THIS ON THAT PLATFORM, THIS IS AN UNAUTHORIZED CROSS-POST. (Also frick teenfic for stealing all my fanfics)