Misleading Stories

Just some short stories that I literally make up in like four minutes read at your own risk

Alternative When a mysterious boy named Alexander moved next door to Alice’s house and when a bad boy named Jace, swirled himself into the twist. She must understand the real meaning of love, ‘cause after all… Is love worth the pain? Is love worth the lies? And is love worth the secrets? It is impossible, they say, to love somebody so deeply enough to hurt the same individual you love. That is because; love shall affect you, not destroy you. It is not love to destroy, it is, perhaps the alternative of loving.

What, where am I? Who am I? "Welcome to interstellar" X X I remember, I am X... A man with no knowledge what has happened to him or who he is has to follow a blinded path to find out who he is and what is going on.

As the main character, Lydia, is home she receives a strange message from an unknown contact. Her parents were at work so she couldn't tell them about it. If she told her brothers about it they would laugh at her for being "too worried". What ends up happening was unexpected.

The Idea is simple. The Arson Twins are very terrible at being Villains, and are more viewed as Menaces then anything. Read along as they get into all sorts of crazy adventures, burn down many things they shouldn't, and share a good laugh with you. "Relatable"-my brother "Easy to pick up, hard to put down"-My Grandma

It's nice to have a nice life hack.. Especially when it's misleading!

Cara, now a grown women, returns to her village where her father had abandoned her. Determined to find her father, she travels through obstacles but eventually falls prey to the unresistable; The Celtic Samhain Festival. Trapped in a spiral of bizzare and horrifying practices, where everything is not how it seems, Cara encounters more of her demons. Lost in a haze, as every reflection blinds her path, Cara finds herself trapped in smoke and mirrors, one flooding her past and the other showing the frights of the future. Cara discovers her biggest fear as the only one she can rely on, is covered in the grey colour of death.

Two beings, one good, one evil, fight in the final battle, but something is amiss here...

Life is A Game We Chose To Play

A story about a girl with passion for running who is confronted by a guy with bad morals.

She couldn't help but stare, a quiet, seductive yearning in her gaze. Her lips parted, and she licked them slowly, savoring a taste that wasn't there. Her body fought itself; a significant amount of saliva gathered, betraying her willpower. She glanced at her surroundings, a quick, furtive scan, making sure no one was there to witness her private reaction to heaven's dark brown slice of artwork

When I was born everything was perfect. Or so I'm told from old maids or guards considering I have no memory of this. It's almost impossible for me to believe and a part of me is convinced that my that my father paid people to tell me what he made. Back then, my father owned a law firm that rapidly started spreading around the country like a virus with plans of moving it overseas. I've been told that after the law firm started growing, my mother and father got happily married and also shortly after that my mother got pregnant with me. They wanted our family to have the best. I've been told that, because of that fact, we moved into an immense house including fifty two acres of land. Now, seventeen years later I live in the same house. Only now, multiple layers of dust cover ever single touchable surface. Nightmares stab through my conscience every night, although they're more memories than nightmares. Thoughts of me taking my fathers silver pistol from from the top drawer of his bedroom nightstand, pressing the cool metal into my mouth until I feel it touch the back of my throat, and slamming my index finger against the trigger. Those flood my mind during the day. Or maybe thoughts of taking that same pistol, pointing it towards my alcoholic and bankrupt father whose in denial about his law firm currently collapsing. That same father who blames his only daughter for all of his problems. Then pull the trigger. Perhaps it would make up for all the dozens of times his palm forcefully connected with my face. Or maybe a gun doesn't need to be involved at all. All it takes is one knife from the far drawer of the kitchen to end it... Then I would be able to join my mother, inside wherever the after life is. These are all of my last thoughts before that letter came. The letter that included a contract consisting of one hundred pages with words printed front and back. The letter that read information about participating in a trial. That's when everything changed.

Hello you cover-seekers. Congrats upon finding this dusty old domain. Fu fu fu 🧗🏼‍♂️ Well, basically I bake cooki-... covers.. Erh.. covers.. I make covers. Yeah, uh.. erhh.. pretty sure.. //checks back occupation in diary// Ouh.. Yeah, pretty much. Not very good at it but you might as well pm me or you'll miss your chance of obtaining a cool cover in the mean time...! Ha ha ha.. Shall my curse falls upon you! >:3

So this is the first time I wrote a horror story, I think I did pretty well though.

I don't have a cover yet; this is just an idea that popped into my head... Let's see how this goes.

Khun's dense and Bam is bad at flirting.

A 14-year-old girl Eliza finds an old dress in her house, she tries it on and looks at herself in the mirror. All of a sudden she finds herself in a different world. She meets a boy her age named Finn who says he'll help her find her way to the exit but soon she comes to find out that this world and the people in it aren't as perfect as she thought.

Suez, a genealogist, tries to research her colleague's family ancestors who died a long time ago. She ended up finding this mysterious city where several people from different branches died of unknown causes.