Passengers Stories

Annabelle Formers wasn't like most teenage girls. Sure, some people would guess that since her closest friends are the members of One Direction and the fake smile she plasters on her face that she is happy and completely content on her life. But, there is something she would never tell even her closest friends; her past. Her past is her most delicate secret of hers that only two people on the planet know of; her sister and her uncle. When Liam finally realizes he loves this girl, how can he get her to trust him?

You are all passengers on the Avalon ship, traveling through space. Everyone is in suspended animation for the 120 year journey and will wake up in a new century on a new planet, Homestead 2. What could go wrong? (Based on the movie, Passengers, starring Jennifer Laurence and Chris Pratt)

 a young woman boards the grand Titanic with her family, unaware that this voyage will set her fate adrift-between duty, desire, and the pull of an unexpected encounter beneath the endless sea and sky.

A tale of romance blossoming on the bus between the reserved outsider and the girl stuck in self-doubt and going through the motions. Early morning shifts, working into the afternoon...Deidre finds herself falling for the handsome stranger who joins her bus rides to and from her job. ======================================== The prompt(s) I used: "You finally build enough courage to talk to that cute someone you see everyday on the bus." "I think that you're not as dark as you want people to believe."

Cassie Beth Logans wohnt in London. Sie hat ein tolles Leben, bis ER auftaucht. Niemand mag ihn, er spricht nicht und hat keine Freunde. Wird Cassie ihm helfen können? Werden sie Freunde? Oder hat er Gefühle für sie? Oder hassen sie sich? Das lest ihr alles in: Weine Nicht. Das ist meine erste Fanfiction, mit Nathan X (aber er ist hier nicht in Tfs), bitte seid nicht so hart zu mir. Wenn ihr voted und kommentiert gibts öfter Kapitel!

Ayumi, a young office worker, finds herself aboard a haunted metro train late at night, unaware that it is bound by a deadly curse. Alongside a mysterious boy named Takashi, she faces terrifying encounters with ghostly passengers and the dark spirit of Emi, a woman who died in a tragic accident on the train years ago. As Ayumi uncovers the truth, she realizes that Takashi has been a spirit trapped by the curse all along. Determined to free him and break the cycle of horror, Ayumi seeks the help of Emi's sprit and confronts the malevolent counter man, the embodiment of the curse. With courage and resolve, Ayumi destroys the cursed object anchoring the spirits, freeing both Takashi and the trapped souls. In the end, Takashi is brought back to her life, and the curse is broken, bringing peace to the haunted metro once and for all.

Once a gentle man was traveling in a train. He felt thirsty and got down at a station in search of water. No sooner had he reached the water tap then the engine whistled and started. He ran back but missed the train. It was getting darker and he decided to spend the night at the station. The next morning he inquired about the next train. He came to know that the next train was on the other day. So he decided to find a place for a day's stay. He went to the nearby lodges to ask for a room but found none. It was getting darker and he could not find a room. At last he reached a small hut. He asked the owner of the hut whether he could stay in his house for a day. The owner readily agreed. That day the owner served him food and gave him a room to stay. But did not ask nor expected anything in return.

Imagine setting sail on a luxurious Royal Caribbean cruise, anticipating days of sun-soaked relaxation and nights filled with entertainment. Now, imagine the horror when a fellow passenger suddenly vanishes without a trace. Royal Caribbean Cruise Passenger Missing. This isn't a scene from a thriller novel-it's a real-life mystery that's left everyone asking:

The second titanic sets saIL and does it sink? Although the ship is exactly like the original.

Freewriting poetry that goes through my mind and actually writing them instead of forgetting. Photo Cover Credit: Jane Long Photography

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