Paused Stories

this is in progress, im writing as i type...ish... but i want some feedback on what i have so far. its a bit different from what i normally write so im not sure how it is so... yeah.... >^w^< NYAN

Winterglaced is a dark, atmospheric fantasy set in a frozen world where hybrids of beast and man roam the snow. At its heart is a mysterious creature born of ice and silence, whose existence unsettles both predators and shamans alike. Through encounters with packs, rituals, and strange allies, the story explores survival, identity, and the fragile spark of humanity in a land ruled by cold and cruelty.

This is a story I previously wrote on a different account... It is unedited... but it won a contest I entered it in. So enjoy.

Crystal was an ordinary teenage girl, good house great parents... great family environment... well to everybody else. Her parents always fought, sometimes Crystal or her little 9 year old brother Jake would get involved by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She wished for them to be the family everybody thought they were... Toby has had some trouble in the past, things happened and he had stopped killing all together.. but after a while, he decides to try it again. Only to find his victim was Crystal Rose...... He finds he is unable to kill her, and he doesnt. He ends up going by the home very often, without thinking about it.. and that leads to many other things after that.

Maybe a broken heart can be repaired... ¿Right? You can just glue it again... Or maybe my heart was already meant to be broken...

Evan and Connor were best friends but for some strange reason Connor never told his family about Evan. When Connor took his own life and left his last words as a letter to Evan his whole family looks to this stranger for answers. Evan being devastated by his friends death and overwhelmed by all the questions denies everything and hides all evidence of his and Connors friendship, but just how long can he keep up this lie. Trigger warnings: multiple mentions of suicide, mention of self harm

From my journal

Warning: No longer continuing this book as of now. I might start it again sometime in the late future. I'm the girl every pack member and family loves. I am emotional, hyper, moody, and miss my best friends. My family is dysfunctional and all my old friends left me. I'm oblivious to the fact that there are fantasy characters around me. I am a wilderness girl, I love the woods. I will have to use my knowledge on the woods to save my life. Considering I'm eight and in high school, I think I can manage. I meet new "things," I guess, either way, I have a lot in store for myself. Twilight Werewolf Fanfic

Mikayla Eloise Dashiell. Rich, beautiful, princess-like and never really saw the world that lays beyond her courtyard. After finally convincing her strict, over- protective father that she was old and capable enough to get a job, she decided to try her best and be 'a normal girl' by getting a summer job at the carnival and maybe fall in love with a guy .. or two. She felt eyes on her and turned in the direction and looked into the most beautiful amber colored eyes. Mika didn't know why but she felt drawn to the fiery depths in those amber eyes that seems to hold so much emotion. Will she go towards the fire or will she settle for the cool blue ones that never fails to make her feel at ease? Unveiling secrets of her past, finding out things about herself that she never even knew, adventures, love... All in The Burning Star Written by A.N.R

ongoing & paused ✓ 𝘅𝘅𝘅-𝘅𝘅𝘅-𝘅𝘅𝘅𝘅 Jimin hyung, when will you be home from practice? 𝘅𝘅𝘅-𝘅𝘅𝘅-𝘅𝘅𝘅𝘅 You never respond late, so please contact me when you're on break or something.

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TEMPORARILY PAUSED *** FOR PERSONAL REASONS*** I'M VERY SORRY** I'LL BE BACK SOON** Is all really fair in love and war? The rebellions second in command is tasked with the assassination of the prince. Love and Loss. Lies covering the past uncovered in the present. Who do you trust in a game of power? ''Well you people do seem to have a predisposition to illicit behaviour'' he looked her up and down forcing an emphasis upon 'you people'. She glared back at him and fakely smiled ''get off your damn high horse before you fall''. He laughed which seemed to catch her off guard ''spoken like a true lady''.

Sometimes we find comfort in the possibility of a maybe. Sometimes we dread it. The "maybe" is a sliver of hope, a quiet promise that keeps us going, yet it also carries a shadow of doubt that holds us back. It exists in the spaces between what is and what could be, teasing us with the unknown, both a comfort and a challenge. However it may be, though, nothing fascinates the human mind more than the uncertainty lying in the womb of the future. It's in this uncertainty that our dreams are born, fragile yet full of potential. We are drawn to it, even as we fear it, for within the unknown lies the very essence of growth and possibility.

When the night goes dark, and all little boys and girls go to sleep, there are many, many creatures that awake. Some are good, some are bad, and the world around the sleeping child, is where they do battle. It is on the window sill, by the lamp shade, and on the bedhead that they fight, brave hearts against cool shadows, as our defenders watch over our children, against the shadows that come with the night.

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NaNoWriMo -- the desperate challenge to write an entire novel in one month. This is the characters in my story, the beginning settings for the story. This is my way of preparing for it.