Presenttense Stories

"I just want her to be happy," Damian finally says, and it's nothing but it's everything. Becky smiles, soft. "Then you don't need to follow anyone's heart but your own. You know Anya! You know what she likes. What would make her happy." She winks at him. "And for what it's worth, there's no reason you can't make asking her out a memory that will be happy for you, too." What Anya likes... What would make him happy, too... An idea dawns. (Or: Damian decides to confess to Anya. Surely this time-this time-he'll finally succeed. Audentes Fortuna iuvat, Damian!)

"Is it distrust of me," Aang says, "or distrust of the Avatar?" A bitter laugh escapes Zuko's lips before he can stop it. (Written for Day 3 of Zukaang Week 2022: Sacred, hosted by @ zukaangweek on Tumblr.)

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.

We were given a small assignment in my English class and this was my outcome. My classmates suggested I upload it, so here you go.

Brain chips give everyone all the information in the world. The country is so much better now. No censorship, no control, no surveillance. Eluenia knows something; she always has. But now she has to uncover it... I'm a 15 year old author, and this is my first book. I hope you guys enjoy(: (im hoping to publish this when im finished so im not going to post anymore chapters)

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****

After a freak accident leaves her friend injured and her "pack" scattered, the reincarnated party girl embarks on her last journey. Her powers, and her patience, is tested as she navigates a forest of wolves weighed down by an old conflict. And that she may never truly accomplish her goal and escape the very literal hell waiting for her.

Becky all but lunges forward, grabbing her friend's hands before Anya's fingernails can pierce the fragile skin of her temples. "No, you don't understand." She keeps Anya's wrists locked in her hands, aware somewhere in the back of her mind Anya could easily force her away with vampiric or even regular strength but really and truly not giving a damn. "When I said, 'I love you,' there wasn't a fucking asterisk next to that sentence, Anya Forger. I love you, full stop. Got it?" (Or: Becky learns Anya is a vampire.)

When a sudden, unearthly fire consumes her entire continent, her life is spared by a single ancient artifact-a rectangular jade pass pulsing with a raw emerald heart. Hurled across the ocean to a foreign estate and left isolated by hostile relatives, her frozen world shatters when two familiar faces break through the divide. Whisked away to a hidden cliffside sanctuary, she must rely on the protective magic of the stone and the unyielding warmth of the ones who crossed oceans to find her.

"Thanks for the invite. But I don't intend to grace your party with a Desmond's presence." "Oh, really?" Becky says, and the coyness of her voice sends a shiver down Damian's spine. She leans forward, one hand cupped to faux-whisper in his ear. "By the way-you're only invited, Damian, because Anya wants you there." The heat of a thousand suns rushes to Damian's face as he jerks away from Becky. "You-she-what?!" (Or: It's Becky's seventh birthday. Nothing will happen that will make Damian lose his composure. Especially not with Anya. Right?)

In the heart of the ocean, shrouded by mists and mystery, lies the Isle of Nebularesis - a place where the realm of the fae is blurred and unearthly creatures exist. Beneath the rugged cliffs and jagged shores of this enchanted isle, hidden from the prying eyes of humanity, lies a prison unlike any other. Within the depths of the island's labyrinthine caverns, a prison forged of ancient magic houses the most dangerous and elusive of fae creatures. Here, amidst the echoing whispers of forgotten spells and the eerie glow of bioluminescent fungi, the fae convicts are bound by iron and ironclad law. At the heart of this subterranean realm lies the Forum of Shadows - a deadly arena where prisoners are forced to compete in a brutal contest. The clang of iron reverberates through the stone corridors as warriors from across the fae realms clash in a battle for survival. None survive. Caught amidst this deadly game is Lyra, a fae girl from a forgotten house. Trapped for hundreds of years within the prison's walls. As she navigates the treacherous waters of this enchanted realm, she discovers dark secrets hidden beneath the surface - secrets that threaten to unravel the delicate balance between the realm of the fae and that which exists beyond the Veridian Horizon - Zephyria. But as Lyra delves deeper into the mysteries of the Isle of Nebularesis, she finds herself drawn into the deadly contest of the Forum of Shadows. With each challenge, she uncovers pieces of a sinister plot that could spell doom for both the the fae realms and beyond. With time running out and enemies closing in from all sides, Lyra must harness her courage and unlock the hidden power within her if she is to survive the deadly game of iron and shadows. But in a realm where nothing is as it seems, even the most innocent of actions can have dire consequences.

You walk into the dusty building. The midnight moon stops lighting up the room almost too quickly There are visible footprints; to be expected in such an old building. Something isn't right about them, though. - Disclaimer: there are triggers in here; I'm not listing them. Some major ones are blood, but that's all I'm putting down, sorry. Be careful. Goes without saying anywhere, really, but be careful. Cover credit: moi, be proud. /j

Sam Servitch appears a normal 15 year old boy in a normal school. He has normal friends and normal peers at school. However, his outsides are just a distraction from the hell of his mind. On a normal Friday at school, Sam carries a weapon into his school and plans to wreak havoc and suffering. He not only torments his peers, but unleashes upon the reader his full philosophy and reason for committing such heinous acts.

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.

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

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!

-short story- waking up tired and confused, i find myself lost.

They were trying to save me from myself. I wasn't sick, I was perfectly fine. I kept myself closed off for a reason, That's what I tried to tell them why but they didn't listen. They never listened.

Yor is sitting on the soft blue mat in front of the bathtub, dozens of small bandages discarded on the floor around her. A few fresh bandages are pathetically stuck on the exposed cuts scattered across her right-hand fingers, most half-dangling off. A full box of bandaids and an uncapped tube of neosporin similarly lay beside her. Yor's face reddens. "I-They were starting to come off while I slept, so I figured it was time I replaced them. I'm... sorry." Twilight doesn't quite understand what she's apologizing for. But Loid steps fully into the bathroom and lowers himself to sit in front of Yor. "Would you like an extra pair of hands?"