Истории Realistc

Back in the day- when people didn't go out at night , there lived this girl named Cecil Phantonhive. As the story goes she disobeyed law and ran off into the night. Old folks say she walked into the town square. (No one knows what happened in the middle of this story). Then- bam! She got kidnapped and pulled into a whole new dimension, we call Moon Land. That's just a story though, an old urban legend. Mike White came into town and taught the people that there was no such reason to be so scared. That no shadow monsters were gonna grab them pulling them into Moon Land. That doesn't stop kids from makin' up scary stories and games of Moon Land. Nor, does it stop the adults to threaten bad kids with being dragged into Moon Land.

Emily Johnson and Carley Parker are New York Police Department homicide detectives. They find a college-aged girl in the street that was brutally murdered. Then two days later another one, an then another one. After the fifth girl was killed, they are trying to work fast so they won't have another string of girls dead. Who did this? Will they find the murderer? Who will be next?

Amber and Caleb are best friends that thought they knew everything about each other. But do they rly?

Stanford, an ftm (female to male) trans guy is bullied by his brain and cruel questions. His mental health declining at an alarming rate, he doesn't know what to think, or do. He's constantly questioning himself, and is trying to act as 'male as possible.' Harriet, and impulsive boy isn't bullied by questions, or his brain, but his parents. His home life mentally strains him to the point of emotional numbness at times. He's not sure if he can talk to anyone about anything, his trust being close to nonexistent. He wants to help any one in need, and finds someone who he finds could help him as well. Hopefully, the two will be able to help each other out, and they can climb out of the hole they're in together. Trigger Warning: this story will contain sensitive and serious topics. If you are easily triggered or offended, you probably should not read this. You've been warned.

Elizabeth is a teen living with her parents in the nicest house in town. She realizes she's not normal. She has powers unlike anybody else. Nobody believes her they think she's crazy. Her parents decide to send her to her aunt patty's. Let's just say she doe at have the nicest home.

She learned how to shrink without being asked, how to forgive before he apologized, how to stay, even when leaving would've saved her.

He stole something from me. Something I can never get back. I hate him. His charming smile and quirkiness made me give it to him without realizing. Now, he has it and I can't get it back. Why did he steal? Why did he steal my heart? But I have to give it to him, He's a great thief. The Best Kind of Thief.

A story about two kids just wanting to live their lives. They have to try and work through the oblivion of adults who simply won't listen to their kids. When the two meet they both get along so well, neither really know why or how, but they become very good friends over the few hours they spend together. Authors note: This is quiet gay, so if you are unsupportive or just don't enjoy the content, don't read the story. If you do leave hateful comments, I will simply ignore them. :] Please be mindful of what triggers other people may have, and don't leave comments that could hurt somebody. Thank you, and I hope you all enjoy the story!

Its just another normal day in school when the alarms suddenly rang and the speakers turn on "students will be chosen randomly and will be sent to a certain place." That was the last thing I heard. The next thing I knew, I was in a city; it looked like it was a newly abandoned one. I looked around and saw a bag. It was a medium-sized bag with a note on it saying, "Students all over the country have been brought here to compete. Do your best to adapt and survive. This is a test from the government."

Young, realistic, thought provoking. The world is whatever you happen to make and take from it. Sometimes you need to just sit and write.