Presenttense Stories

Grey-Sloan is in a lockdown, but why? Each chapter is a new person's POV. This is my second fanfic if you count my other one that I've abandoned...anyway, I think this is a cool concept, it follows different peoples POVS as they work through the lockdown and try to find out what's going on. I appreciate any comments and suggestions/requests!

Katara... Katara... Katara... Whether dreaming or awake, it's always the same. The same low voice, the same lilting melody. Day and night, night and day. Sunrise, waxing into noontide, sunset, waning into twilight. It is a voice she has never heard, or perhaps a voice she has only heard once, yet a voice Katara swears she recognizes-a siren song she knows, knows like she knows herself.

The Dorombo gang, after selling fake tropical fish to people (they were regular goldfish painted to look exotic) find out the location of another Doruko Ring. It's up to Yatterman to stop them from stealing it!

I move with semi-practiced, fluid motions. The heat is starting to get to me, but I soldier on. I start to get lost in thought more as I do my deeds, and think that those... somethings look like guts. Then I realize they are. - Disclaimer: this might be triggering, but I am not putting warnings. You might understand if you read. If you're too curious but need warnings, DM me and I'll list them. Cover credit: alamy.com

Click My body automatically goes into flight mode at the signal of a switch blade being opened, pulling the door handle as fast as I can. The door doesn't budge. I realize too late that I haven't unlocked my car yet. A hand grabs my mouth and I suppress a scream, knowing a single movement might provoke the blade to slide underneath my throat. My eyes snap to the rearview mirror in hopes of identifying my attacker. Unfortunately, the limited lighting could only outline the shadow of a man - a man that could possibly leave me to be eaten by vultures in this barren wasteland. Act natural. Just stay cool, calm, and collected. "Hello!" my voice squeaks and cracks at the last syllable. Not cool dude. He'll probably throw you off a cliff now. . As expected, the blade threatens to dig further into my skin. It splits open to allow a drop of blood to roll down to the base of my throat. Or chop off your head. "Help me please," the shadow whispers, colored with desperation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ not a horror story I promise This is just my submission for an english assignment I wanted to share with you all

This story is about the life of a murderess who murders at random to please her crush and her the "buzzing in her head". She is psychopathic, but seemingly unstoppable. It seems the only person that could stop her is her mother, but her mother is dead.

With her newfound friendship and an entourage of stray dogs, the young party girl returns to accept her situation as a reincarnated hellspawn. But this new perspective can't prepare her for the less glamorous side of being a dog, all stemming from a middle-aged greyhound who knows her best days are long behind her.

The Man stands, confronted with the nothingness surrounding his landscape. A landscape unfamiliar and strange.

After hundreds of centuries of brutal conflict, the peoples of the Earth have at last united in service of one sole God: a God of pity. He writhes in endless torment under untold miles of soil and stone, His only temporary respite in the empowerment of those who live in his image, those who live in oppression and despair. Mankind has now devoted its whole industrial might to that end, and through the alleviation of His agony, has unburdened itself from much of its own, finding itself in a world of astonishing prosperity - miles-high towers, clean - almost free - energy, and cars that regard one another as no more than gusts of wind. At long last, Utopia has been realized. This is the story of the man who doubted it.

WARNING: This story is utterly useless to you. I wrote it to experiment with writing in present tense. I post it for the fact of posting it.

I understood him, yet at the same time, I couldn't... But he understood me, more than I understood myself. He was a mystery that would always put a smile on my face; a mystery I was alright not solving. When I looked at him, like really looked at him, I could see all the passion, all the hurt, and all the joy he put into every key on the piano he played, in every cord on the violin, in every word he wrote on a page. And he was mine... What do I have now? A silent piano, and a wordless page. ____________________ She met him at a coffee shop. And her whole world changed. Perri was an artist, drawing whatever story wandered into her soul; Liam was a violinist, pianist and poet, who was always creating, in the silence and in the chaos. She was loud; he was shy She didn't take no for an answer; he did She hated sad music; he lived for it She never wanted to love someone again; he believed he couldn't be fully loved

You and your best friend, Louis Partridge, go to a party where you meet the button that is Niall Horan. It's love at first sight. This is your story.

Addie lives in a world where vampires not only exist, but live openly among the human population. On her way to give blood a compulsory practice all humans must partake in, Addie meets a 'leach lover' - Her own affectionate term for a person who actively wants to be Chosen by a vampire. She is sickened by the idea of being a vampires walking blood bag and when her own little sister Nancy is Chosen Addie loses what little sense of self preservation she has left. With a little help, she begins to plot a rebellion against the vampire race but its not long before her plans are dashed at Blood Bank. A club run by leach lovers and sometimes even frequented by the leeches themselves. *****UPDATES... SOMETIMES****

Enter a world where beings of tales and folklore come to life, as young Derrick Conrad struggles to fit in with his mother's Native American tribe but then discovers a way to win the tribes' trust and admiration through an ancient legend. He will make his way through physical trials, racial prejudices, and supernatural forces to prove his worth, but at what cost, is it too much of a gamble? Give praise if you really feel like it deserves it. Remember to give it a star if you like it.

Some mistakes take months or years to collapse. Some take centuries... The elven kingdom of Marsdenfel is poised on a precipice. Its father, Breidentel, has essentially collapsed and become its child. Salles, its old longtime alley, has been chafing from years of rule by conquerors who ignored the realm's class divisions, and the current ruler has been missing for months. The crown heir is consort of another realm--Grehafen, an enemy of Marsdenfel from its very founding, which more recently enslaved Marsdenfel and even now claims a bastard of Marsdenfel's royal line for its queen. And just before the king of Salles went missing, a nearby island of slavers assassinated the king of Marsdenfel, kidnapped that king's son, and left a teenage boy as ruler of Marsdenfel. The entire region is like tinder awaiting a spark. And it might have just found one.

Once upon a time, I became yours and you became mine. And we stayed & lived together through the laughter and the tears because that's what they call Happily Ever After. Once upon a time you went to Heaven, and I stayed behind. ♣♣♣ ☼CITY LIGHTS REWRITE☼ 3b&4 Disclaimer timey wimey. Teen Wolf fanfic, I don't own anything.

I'm just trying to survive school, tuition, and a crush I don't have the energy for. My life is painfully ordinary, and I like it that way. At least I think I do. Then one evening refuses to stay normal.

They took me at the age 5 and made me an assassin. It's been ten years of hard training. I am almost done, and soon I'll be running the gang. But the Boss has a secret. And when I find out , it won't be a game of power anymore. it'll be a game of making him bleed.

My NaNo novel. Three kids, each with totally different family stories, all find themselves lost and desperate on the streets. They've lost everything. Now they have to find it again, in each other. (Cover is temporary).