Revolts Stories

'We are all products of our environments, either we become like society wants us to be or we become the opposite.' Growing up in a place where one is called 'trash' constantly, to growing up and still awaiting a healer, will eventually take a toll on one's mentality. But to what severity?

I think we all crave love, at least at one time or another. I am growing up and cannot shake everything I have learned about this concept. I have grown to realize that it does not make the world better. It does not make you and I better but also does not make us worse. It just further proves that we are human, worthy of immense faults and capabilities to severely hurt one another. We love to satisfy ourselves, that is what we love.

this is going to be a slow oblivious burn of a love story. it will probably reach over twenty chapters as the full chapters will be three small chapters.

Join Scarlet Read and Ash Colbelt on their adventure to find out who is behind the killings of the people in sector one. As Ash and Scarlet find more answers more questions arise revealing what actually happens in the sectors and what happens behind closed doors in the octagon. Will Scarlet and Ash find the real killers? You will have to read to find out.

'TRAHG' means: The Revolting Against Humanity Gang.

My vrchat friends got trauma So I to do that story TW: FAKE BLOOD

THE FORESHADOWING Fear The emotion that causes panic. The word that renders you helpless. Its the feeling that the prey feels when being hunted. Till this day I’ve never felt real fear and let me tell you it was a terrifying feeling. As I ran I could hear the beat of my heart in my ears. So fast and short, I knew it was no use, no matter how fast I was, they were faster. I would run out of breath sooner or later but they wouldn’t. They were the HeartLess.

Waking up in a cold, dark forest is not something someone wants to do. Add on a raging storm; makes it even worse. Now finally add on a good ole case of amnesia and you have yourself a absolutely horrible situation, and that's exactly what happened to Eve; at least that's what she thinks her name is. Waking up cold, wounded, and with no memory Eve is extremely confused on why some people calling themselves the Holy Knights are after her. She travels the land figuring out that the kingdom she woke up in is ruled by a tyrant who may or may not be using demonic powers to control his kingdom and crush any who oppose him. Eve sets out to regain her memory and possibly bring down the tyrant that rules the land. Will she manage or will she be crushed, never to remember who she was?

Warning: This story contains graphic images that may be unappealing to the eye. Proceed with caution.

New Generation Poetry.

My name is Mark Williams Jr. I run a small team of elite hackers along side my best friend, Derek. Ever since WWIV started we've been desperately trying to get the NSA to stop spying on us. We get them to stop but only under one condition: We help them.

This is an unedited poem I wrote in grade 9.

I do all kinds of one-shots. From funny to sad. Come and check it out! *images do NOT belong to me

Being unique is not always a good thing, in fact it's a dreadful thing. My name is Isabella Knight and i'm probably one of the more unique in my family. Being Immortal isn't all that's cracked up to be. My parents disappeared 5 years ago, and i changed without their guidance. No one is safe, killings are all across the world. Three powerful immortals are searching for someone in particular, me. Will my friends and I be able to stop them? or will we all die in the bloodiest war of all time. Find out in My Immortality!