Saturday Stories

In a secluded forest glade, Dark Dark, Phoenix, Menace, Frosty, and some others live in a big building, training to defend themselves against the evil shadows, which were lurking in the woods. Each of the people have unique magical powers, distinct personalities, and diverse relationships. Despite their differences, they try to hold together. But will their bonds be strong enough to fight back against the evil shadows?

Night party

Monica, Shawn, Hayden, Charlie and Parker have been friends since childhood and have their own rock band, Subject to Change. When Parker has to move away, the band recruits Troy to take his place in the band. Things go great for a while, but after Troy arrives, Monica starts having weird dreams and visions. At a concert, Corpse of the Harlot, a Satanic band, involve members of Subject to Change in one of their rituals, and that's when things get really out of control for Monica, who discovers she's being stalked by a demon called the Incubus. She is then faced with the challlenge of destroying the demon, but she'll have to do it herself if she can't convince her bandmates to believe her.

The story of dreams.. Selling green stuff... Making some green... Green Success... This is a town where everyone is poor... Except the Rich Kid of course! And where a select group of highschoolers decided to rise up... And Dream on! Dreams... Imagination.. Creativity... Life... :]

your bestfreind lori Utahami were out to get a few drinks since it was the summer and you guess you two could have had a hot girl summer, but you were wrong..

Mary was always sweet. John liked that. disclaimer- I do not own The Breakfast Club or any of its characters. I only own Mary, her story, and my amateur writing.

"Thanks for the coffee," He glanced at my white shirt where my name tag was pinned. "Alyssa." He smiled, his dimples showing. "I should go." I blushed slightly, hearing my name roll off his tongue. Next thing I know it he's almost out the door. "Ah, screw it." I muttered to myself before calling out, "Wait!" He turned around, his golden eyes meeting mine. "Yes, Alyssa?" Gosh, he really needed to stop saying my name like that. I approached him with a newfound confidence. "Now you know my name, it's only fair that I get to know yours." The guy smirked, he leaned his arm against the door handle. "Why not?" I stayed quiet, anticipating his next words. The smirking boy's eyes stayed amused. "My name's Parker." With that, he was gone. --- Where an adventurous yet shy boy and a reserved but ambitious girl get to know each other every Saturday afternoon.

I would love to know more about my readers, and I love asking random questions, so that's what I'll do every day. If I can.

:)

We walked out of chipotle, and the boys each got in their cars, arguing over who had the louder engine. Alex laughed lightheartedly, before looking around the back of Bobby's jeep at headlights pulling in. They didn't park. They shone directly at us, illuminating the dashboard. "Lydia-" "What?" "Get in the Jeep. Now. Go with Bobby to QT. I'll meet you over there". I remember Bobby saying he has to get gas earlier, but, "Why?" I asked. "Just do what I tell you. I don't like that car sitting there. He has the top up, I don't."

Two months clean-a decision I thought was final-was shattered by a sudden, electric impulse for THC candies. Quick decision, immediate action; I was out the door. The vendor was out of candies. Disappointment barely registered; I almost walked away. But curiosity made me ask: "Do you have anything at all left?" He produced a pre-roll, warning it was "SUPER STRONG." I took five or six deep drags and waited. The shift wasn't subtle-it was a high as fuck detonation. My immediate thought: "Good stuff!" My parents are here. I'd sneaked out around 8:30 PM pretending to buy "something" after putting my son to sleep. Returning, I cued up my favorite track: "Purple Control" by Sajanka. At the 2:28 mark, the music opened a portal. I was plunged into a consuming thought, realizing I was too deep and needed to snap back. Walking to my apartment, high as hell, the mental strain triggered seconds of complete brain black-out. I was disoriented. All I saw was a blurry, trippy scene: a cold, foggy road with melting streetlights ahead. In those quick, strange moments, my life history began a rapid-fire download. Memories felt digitally "fed" into my mind; with each flash, the illusion was total: I was genuinely in that specific era. The reel started in 2003 (Dubai school/Tamil Nadu diploma), zipped to Engineering days in Chennai - 2008, then flashed to a Norway trip in 2016. This entire temporal kaleidoscope unfolded in seconds. As the scene sharpened, reality locked in: Germany, 9:00 PM, Saturday night. The craziest part? Each past moment felt fully, vibrantly present-as if I were living that era, unaware the subsequent years ever existed. I finally reached home, still incredibly high. I walked in, chatted quickly with my parents, and immediately sat down with my laptop, driven by the need to document the experience before it dissolved. My ADHD never lets me finish anything in one go, but this time I did. This is my first Wattpad post! Let's go!

What are the odds of the most sexy, mysterious, and goregeous bad boy living on my street? A million to one. And surprisingly I am that one.