Observer hikaye

• 𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐽𝐴𝐻 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑁𝐸𝑆 𝑅𝐸𝑌𝐸𝑆 • - A man who has set his eyes on one thing. Diana Whitmore, The only person who elijah found interest in, and now its too late for diana. • 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑁𝐴 𝐺𝑅𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝑊𝐻𝐼𝑇𝑀𝑂𝑅𝐸 • - A girl who just got cheated on, tries to live life agian untill she meets elijah, late at night and now she cant stop thinking about him. __________________________________________ stay and see the ups and downs that happen between them. Are they gonna fall in love? or out of love! , is he gonna ever leave her alone? Stay to tuned find out... __________________________________________

The day Bakugou Katsuki's heart stopped beating on live television, her world went silent. It was a strange thing, to mourn someone you had never spoken to. The sound had been turned down on the shattered screen, but his last shout-"WE'LL WIN!"-still rang in her ears, a vow carved into the sudden stillness. In the dusty silence of the refugee shelter, surrounded by the stunned faces of strangers, she did not weep. She simply sat, her own heart pounding a frantic, helpless rhythm against her ribs. And in that hollow quiet, her mind did a desperate, automatic thing. It retreated. It traced the thread of her panic back through years of silent watching, through countless stolen glances, all the way to the very beginning. To the first time she saw him, and the curious, then the understanding she had learned in time with his explosions. *** This is a My Hero Academy Fanfiction. I'm a newbie. This is my first ever fanfiction/work. English is not my first language. This is not quite like romance, and not action-fantasy like the original genre either. So, this might be quite a boring story, but... hope you like it.

Ticci Toby and Clockwork have a daughter. A young girl who shares both her Mom and Dad's features and personalities. Being born a Creepypasta child isn't easy though. Although you may be more superior and more indestructible than a regular mortal child, you still get bullied for being different. For having an interest in violence and gore. For being yourself. How will Piper cope with it all?

They thought they were ordinary students. Until the day their names appeared on a mysterious list that no one was supposed to see. Secrets, impossible choices, and dangerous truths are about to turn their lives upside down. Seven teenagers, one high school, and a series of events beyond their control. In a world where every decision leaves a mark, some secrets refuse to stay in the shadows. Are you ready to find out what they will face?

A series of recovered log entries from a race that explores and documents the rise and collapse of one particular system

✔✅requests✅✔ Just warning you, I suck dong at writing... Everything is explained in the title.

Natt was going to give up on themselves, towering over Brighton with no one watching.. However...

Slenderman introduces Anubis to the other Proxies which were shocked that Slenderman placed her on a high rank for a beginner. Slenderman then assigns Masky to watch over Anubis as Observer teaches her to control time. As time flies, Masky starts to take a shine on Anubis and slowly falls in love with her. What will be Slenderman's reaction to this? When will Masky ever learn the golden rule of being a proxy?

this is a gender bent Tribetwelve Au, cause nobody else would do it. ___________________________________________________ Noah is still stuck in the collective realm and her only company is her cousin Mila... And of course the sick and twisted Observer who is always playing games and tricks with noah to drive her to insanity. That's all it ever is. A game. But when Noah finally free from the torturous hellhole, observer must be punished. Punished as is beating, burned and tortured. Observer escapes, obviously. No one knows how but, whatever. The only person Observer can go to is Noah in order to be hidden from the collective. Plus, she needed her wounds tended to. Noah let's her in as long as observer never goes back to the collective ever. EVER. again. Welp. Now Observer has to work with this sassy drunk girl. ___________________________________________________ pretty weird plot, I know. I just came up with it but hey, I can work with it. Thank you for reading!!!

Humans. Aren't we unique little creations? Over a million there is only one. One you. The way we grow. The way we talk. The way we think. Isn't that all a mystery? The way we do what we do? Humans are mysterious and they never cease to amaze me. Note - Credit goes to the original artist of the picture.

The sun rises from the mountains in the east and falls back to sleep with the hills in the west, yet the birds at my window never fret. *** NOTE: I'm new at this, and by "this" I mean writing a poem and making it public without overthinking it. I wrote this bit a few days ago, if I am correct, and intrusivity won after telling me to post it so here you have it folks!! Tell me what you think, what you liked or what you didn't (constructive criticism is always appreciated) leave a comment and a vote and... enjoy :) P.S: I do not own any of the pictures used, all rights to rightful owner. Alrighto you can get to the poem now after me being as fussy as an old grandpa.

Anubis goes to school and encounters certain bullies who are dying to make Anubis theirs. Slenderman interferes and offers Anubis another life. Will Anubis accept this? Or will she become Slenderman's new victim?

The Nothingness Paradox: Algorithm of Creation By Damion G. Hampton What if the universe didn't begin with a bang... but with a contradiction? The Nothingness Paradox explores a radical theory: that true nothingness is not just empty-but impossible. To be known as "nothing," it must be witnessed. And the moment it is witnessed, it becomes something. From this logical paradox arises Infinity-the totality of everything that nothingness is not. This groundbreaking metaphysical work reveals how the universe, time, and consciousness all emerge from the collapse of a state that could never truly be. Bridging philosophy, cosmology, and consciousness theory, this book rewrites the origin of existence itself. Existence didn't happen by accident. It happened because nothingness could never be real.

This journal belongs to (Y/N) (L/N) It's not like I don't want to be here. It's far better here than at home down at Privet Drive. I don't consider this scrapbook as a journal much, more of a diary. Apart from the fact that it doesn't have dates printed on the pages. Diaries with dates make me feel like I have to write everyday. This journal is really, an example of simplicity; faded and ruled lines marked on the parchment, string binding and a leather cover with the scent of a comforting atmosphere (This journal will be very helpful). It's simple, but I feel like it's a special one too.. I was able to take a better glance of that popular kid, Harry Potter. His eyes are quite dazzling behind those spectacles, I must say. You could almost stare into them, the woods..- I'm not falling for some boy I haven't even talked to, am I? Oh dear, I can't be! I am going too far on this subject. #69 in observations

Every day people walk by the Wattpad offices here in Toronto. For #wattpadwednesday I'm going to experiment with watching people through one of our wonderful old windows. I'm then going to pick someone interesting and create a story for them. It could be about where they go and what they do next, or where they just came from, or something totally random. My goal is to force myself to be able to publish something very quickly so that I have something live at the end of our weekly writing session @wattpadhq. Hopefully you like this format and that I'm able to put together a coherent story each week. Updates should occur every Wednesday in the afternoon (Toronto time).

Have you ever notice the people around you? Do they notice you? Who are you? Who am I? I AM THREE AND I WAS...

To watch the one you want with someone else...