Rusted Stories

James "Buchanan" Barnes. The Winter Soldier, the world's deadliest assassin, the shell of a broken man. This is a collection of memories from before and after Hydra, lost ones and newly found ones. ***ok holy SHIZ ppl so I'm trying this new book and it will only have a few chapters and as soon as u see the first chapter u will be able to tell like kinda my plan so there will be maximum 20 chapters if they all have a part two but it will be between approximately 12-20 chapters, you shall see. And please leave comments and whatnot but I'm not that awesome of a writer, some of my poop will seem cheesy but I honestly came here to read not necessarily write and yes I know this is really long but also I don't own most of these characters obviously and the plots I make are usually based off of what I know from Marvel so I can't really say what belongs to me and what doesn't cause it's all just mushed up and lastly thanks so much for reading done.

A collection of poems containing nature and personal soul written weekly.

Poems stolen from journals and scraps once clutched by those who watched this world crumble long long ago.

You and your best friend have been close for awhile, but limited to visiting each other. What happens when you start to lose that privilege? What if communication starts dropping? There obviously is no way to keep your friend, but that doesn't stop you. Is there anyway to keep in touch before your friendship gets Ŗ̶̨͟͜ ̴͢U̡̢̧͞ ͠͏͏͟S̨̧͘͞҉ ͘T̶̢҉̧̧ ̶̡̛Ę̶͝ ͏͏̧͠D̸.

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==Cover Not Mine c: == Drunken Brawls. Gunfire. Bandit raids. Welcome to CraneTown, Stranger.

The Book Of Lost Ones contains stories from those who have left this world, whether the blood has long since faded or spilled as fresh as the falling snow.

The world around me was a world of decay. It was a wasteland, a junkyard with mountains of metal everywhere. There were destroyed buildings and smoldering fires at every corner. It seemed as though the place had been destroyed, and then rebuilt entirely out of junk. I was alone in a wilderness of waste. No, not alone. At the edge of my vision, I could see things shifting, moving slowly. But whenever you would look in that direction it would stop. You would only occasionally see the tail of some unknown monster or insect crawling into some nook or cranny to hide, always waiting, waiting for its next victim to pass by. Everything was quiet. There was no life. Only death, the sun was red. The dust was everywhere. Everything was dark. Even in the day. The world wasn’t a world. It was dump. Smoke was everywhere. But you would never see the fire. There were no clouds. No puddles, no water. Nothing grew, only withered. There were no trees, no plants, only metal, rock, and dust. But our world wasn’t always like this. It used to be giant, green, and prosperous. But then humans came along. We took from the earth, and never returned. Wars broke out, we built up huge bombs, and we blew up one another. The world was destroyed. So they left. They built goliath sized ships and left earth, went to space to destroy more planets. But we didn’t all leave. Some couldn’t afford it. The homeless, the lost, the abandoned, and the separated. We were left behind. Left to go and make the best of the worst. They left us nothing, but we still survive. This place was earth, now, it’s Rust.

Do we open it? What could it be? Just one peek wouldn't hurt, would it? I look over at Mike and try to read his expression. He looks just as unsure as I do. I look back at the box making the decision for us. I gently lift the rusty latch that had been the box’s only security. I looked over at Mike one more time, to see his gaze securely on the box in my hands. I use my fingers and try to pry the lid open. After a bit of a struggle I get the box open and lift the lid all the way open to look inside.

fanfic of him 😈😈

rusted

short story set in the Divisor Universe

This is a story about Russell, who has to save his daughter Melanie from a fate worse than death in a strange world he is drawn into. As he adventures with Lester, Belle, Sebastien and Dresden, he comes to accept his past and discovers something of himself.

One day I heard a car stopping too fast and it all went downhill from there.....

As the title says, the main character is Satan's daughter. Yukina, a fourteen year old girl studying at an academy for gifted students and world nobles, is the main victim of bullies. Not only the students hate her, teachers, adults and the citizens are all disgusted by her. But one day get grandmother's death is framed to be because of her. She flees to the New World where she becomes part of the 'Twelve Supernovas'

When will I ever learn ? These mistakes have been repeated countless times.