Narrate Stories

𝓐 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝔀.

The dorm of a freshman in college.

In this world there are three races humans, vampires, and demons. But demons also have their own realm too. The vampires and the demons fought in a war for a long time and then the demons start to invade the humans too.

At approximately 0830 hours, 23 March 1945, near Speyer, Germany, the tank upon which Staff Sergeant Carter was riding received bazooka and small arms fire from the vicinity of a large warehouse.

I'm going to tell you a story. The story of someone's life. But you won't know who I am and you won't know who she is, except for her name, Tindra. If you found this book, your destiny led you to it because I haven't advertised it anywhere. It has a lot of meaningful thoughts and you could find it relatable. No marketing or promotional activity shall be done for this book. No advertising whatsoever. I will not reply to any comments in this story. Ask me doubts about the story on my message board or dms. However I will be reading all the comments. I apprecaite your votes and reads very much. There will be no author's note like in my previous work. It will be subtle and straightforward. The chapters in this story will be short and be in the form of anecdotes. Short extracts of Tindra's life. Approximately 500 -700 words except the first chapter which is an introduction. Expect slow updates, this story is very important to me and I'm not rushing things. Kindly wait for the chapters. Achievements: (as of 12.6.21) #527-thoughts out of 73K #251-deep out of 26.5K #36-perspective out of 2.99K #305-good out of 29.1K #265-challenge out of 15K #334-change out of 22K #31-raw out of 2.13K #130-boring out of 4.21K #16-shine out of 961 #2-unplanned out of 243 #33-underrated out of 686 If the incidents in this story resonate with any other incidents it is purely coincidental. Check out my other works that are fan fictions in two very different genres. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DO NOT COPY MY WORK. NO ONE LIKES YOUR PLAGIARIZING ASS. GET A LIFE MAN.

Dark brown hair, small round hooded eyes with some pair of glasses. Matthew is a typical moreno bookworm, known as a nerd, has this question in his head, "why do narrators narrate the story but don't get narrated in it?" One day, his favorite book from his favorite author suddenly became a hit. It became so popular that people created a theater play adaptation. Watching the actors. Seeing the props and the efforts. Matthew couldn't be amazed more-he was in awe while watching. But watching left him hanging, not because of the play, but because of a VOICE. It narrated the story clearly, smoothly. The narrator's voice is pretty. Since that day, her voice was ringing in his head, over and over again. Not because it's pretty or clear-but it's familiar. His curiosity killed him with words that left in his mouth, "To the narrator whose voice is in my head, can you narrate Psalm 46 for me?"

This is what I see... is the author's expressions of her daily life as brush strokes in words formed in the pages of this book

En esta historia en particular, decidimos convertirla en historias espeluznantes que hicimos nosotros mismos, pero tal vez algunas sean verdaderas. Gracias por leer.. Por favor vota y dinos lo que piensas.

Ito ay tungkol sa mga leksyon at aral na binibigyan ng pangangaral ang mga taong naligaw ng landas o kaya naman mga taong nawawalan ng pag asang mabuhay sa mundo.