Rough-draft Stories

Mostly just a little fanfic for me to practice my writing, if I do publish any of it let me know if it's decent. Updates will not likely have a schedule. If reviews are good, I might give it a cover and what not. EDIT: a possible concept- (Y/N)'s uncle Jackson went missing her sophomore year, when she'd just recently become a hunter. Three years later, (Y/N) is reunited with some old friends of her uncle's: Sam and Dean Winchester. All is well until the morning after her graduation, when Jackson shows up bloody on her front porch. What happened in those mysterious three years? What will happen when she returns from college? And most importantly, how will she handle Dean's affection when she can't voice her own? *GUYS ITS BEEN SO LONG THE WRITING IS TRASH BUT WTV READ IT IF YOU DARE*

A collection of short stories, poems, and other works I've created! These are things I made for competitions or just for fun. Many of these are in rough draft form and were just a break from writing my book. Therefore, most of these are not very good. I hope you enjoy them anyways!

Rough Draft of a story I'm working on! Enjoy!!

Simple rough draft to let my thoughts spill out. Perhaps it'll be worthy to polish, perhaps it belongs in the trash. Regardless it is to let my thoughts flow and rise. For now I have two wip parts

A street musician receives a job at a jazz club and meets a girl, but his attraction towards her becomes his demise.

A short Sci-Fi I wrote in High school, and am planning on turning into a much broader story. It's rough and could use work. Any criticism is welcome. Takes place on a vast extraterrestrial planet where everything that could go wrong. Does. Enjoy

The rating is M because there are depictions of violence and occasional strong language. In the lands of Naunthia'(Non-thee-uh), there's a place where smoke kissed mountains lay as a crescent arc around its vast valley and spikey cooled-molten rocks. This place was Khazmarac. As their mountains hold a rare and exquisite crystal used to craft magical gems, used as ingredients, heal wounds, and when used improperly it becomes an addictive substance known as The Andrite Curse. A centralized factory has been processing these Crystals and as a byproduct, Andrite Sludge has been dripping into the isolated cavern below forming The Under Grove. A dangerous mushroom grove that must be maintained by the factory. When things go south Rivin is faced with difficult decisions of survival, love, and family ties. By being tied to Khaztin valley, his family, and the Andrite Curse, Rivin must now decide where to take his travels. Will he go to the wayward town of Everton and, furthermore, towards the forests of the "Shifting Shadows" to find his guiding light? Or remain as a protectorate of the land and keeper of the Under Grove of Khazmarac in hopes of finding a cure to the Andrite Curse? "I hear there are voices, whispers, whispers in the night that make your nightmares scream. I haunt the dead. I've been blessed by death and saved by the gods and walk-in purgatory while being in this wretched physical realm. When you cross, I'll be there, but just be on my good side; enemies call me death, and allies call me savior." But you can call me Rivin Straundles.

So I've had an idea for a Black Parade AU for a bit, I have a 10 page document for plotting and what not but it's no where near finished. I wrote a really rough draft of an introduction chapter, so here it is! I'll be changing this up a lot as I continue plotting, but I'll probably keep it under this same story, just change the name and title and delete chapters or re edit and what not. so yeah, enjoy!!

A series of short stories I wrote when I found new inspiration or had to write one for a class.

In the dark hours of the night, when the world is quiet and secrets come alive, our forbidden game ignites an inferno of raw desire. Every whispered command, every teasing word, and every rough caress of language pulls us deeper into a world where passion is dangerous, and surrender is both a weapon and a promise. This is a story of intense attraction-a dark, relentless pull that leaves us breathless, craving, and unashamedly wild.

Just a little thing I'm thinking about working on... Lmk if I should continue this.

I'm so sorry. My first plan for this account was to write something stupid, like a reader-insert for the NaJ AU for Undertale (If you don't know what that is, good. Keep it that way.), but times are a-changing, and I've decided against my gut to finally post something. This is gonna be a super rough draft of a story that I may or may not actually write in the future. If it ends up incomplete and lost to time, then either I have given up or forgotten about it, or maybe both. Anyways, I love you all and good luck if you choose to read this :)

A wish Modern! Au based on the idea of what would have happened if Asha lost.

"Do you know the difference between admonish and subvert?" - Revelry "It's intent." - John Stone "From now on your actions are an extension of my own." - Revelry "Always amidst the pit." - Johns "With a face full of ash." - Revelry "What becomes of us, what's your goal?" - Johns "When we are done, the stars will outshine the sun and even angels will fall from grace." - Revelry "What am I to do?" - Pawn This story is about the Devil and the beginning of Hell. Where it leads is unfathomable. As much as a genre will let me define, it encompasses too many to press it into anything other than a general description of fantastical science fiction. *Intended for entertainment, not in the slightest meant for discord of any faith/religion.*

Wilbur and Tommy, princes of the Laisve Kingdom, go out on a patrol of the kingdom's forest. Things take a turn for the worst when Tommy, excited to prove he isn't the child everyone says he is, puts himself into a dangerous situation. --- Hello! This is a sample, rough first chapter of a story I may write on here and ao3. If the chapter gets enough positive reactions, I'll branch this into a full story. Until then, I hope you enjoy some prince Wilbur and Tommy content! (Likeness to any other story is just coincidence! I'm not in the business of stealing content.)

Aida Wymarc was once a victim the Black Plague, but after she meets a mysterious Plague doctor her life changes for the better

Wild western style action. Inspired by D&D style writing and deadwood

Story Prompt: No one can figure out what your superpower is. You don't sleep. You never blink. Sometimes you teleport. It's creepy. It's also rather simple: Time stops when you're not looking.

Another one of my unfinished fan fiction