Notmybest Stories

Just fanart about ghostinnit

Any type of topics , randomly poems . Hope you enjoy c:

(Working On)

Percy is betrayed by the person he trusted most. Not what you expect, you'll see. Lost, he vanished without a trace. He returns a different man with a close relationship with the least likely goddess. No HOO...yet. What will happen when new threats rise. Will he fight? No percabeth whatsoever in this fic. (This was the second story I ever wrote... Like 2 years ago and it was written in about a month and half so bear that in mind. FYI, I'm not looking for critiques, I don't like the way I wrote it so I'm not looking to fix anything.)

This is something I'm doing for fun

This is a set of One-Shots that I created and decided to post them here, all Charisk and the first two caps are parts of the same story. I don't own any characters, Toby Fox is the one who owns them.

An Ordinary girl in an ordinary city

teenager Corrina Smith/age 19/ shot 12 times but never went down/ seems to be glitchy but alive/ has disappeared among the city parties are searching

Lucile is a trouble some Creepy-Pasta loving thirteen year old with a big attitude.Her and her mother fight a lot which causes her to run away when she comes upon her passions but her worst killer night mares.

A storm. A scream. A forbidden mansion where legends say none return. When Alexis, her little brother, and her best friend seek shelter from the storm, they find more than creaking floors and dusty portraits-they find something waiting. A shadow from a painting. A secret buried in silence. And a question unanswered for fifty years. Now, with her final breath, Alexis is ready to reveal the truth. But some answers... die with you.

This story is kinda based off my life. Not all of it is. But it's about a 14 year old named Kenzie that wants her cousin back the way he say he was before he started to do.... Chapters are short, sorry for that, but I made the fake story on Instagram first. & I could only have a certain amount in my caption.

Entry for Propitious Promts for Poets "A man who calls his kinsmen to a feast does not do so to save them from starving. They all have food in their own homes. When we gather together in the moonlit village ground it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so" -Chinua Achebe

Michael was listing to music with his headphones, walking down the school hall until he ran into a short, h/c haired girl with e/c eyes.