Slumber Stories

Three teenage girls are having a sleepover, but one of the three wants to play Bloody Mary. What would happen? Will Mary come out and play? Or is it just going to be a prank? See what happens to Paige Willson, Sara James, and Nichole May in the Bloody Slumber Party.... --------------------------- This is a short story. And I made this book around 7th grade in English class, so it might be very cringey.

Hey Guys, This is my first attempt at a FanFiction. I'm doing it with another very talented author but she's doing it at another perspective. The authors name is SmashBrony so just chuck that in your search engine. This is a story about a guy named Lachlan who has had his best friend killed and has been on the run from monsters. This isnt finished so i'll keep it going so dont stop reading. Hope you guys love it!

About 4 girls with everything in their hands...sometimes they fall. Sometimes they stand. But lets just say this party might be a handful

this is jeht x lumine fanfic because I said so. and it's my first one, as well as English isn't my first language, so apologies.

It's a ghostly tale that'll keep you up!!!!

A very difficult multi rhyme scheme, written in the format of a rap; written at a quick rate from my thoughts. Before judging the content, know how hard it is to write as fast as possible while still maintaining a somewhat logical essense to the story without reprhasing or reforming the writing in any way. Enjoy.

Random thoughts.

'She turns to face me behind the cold steel bars of the prison cell. "What do you want?" she asks me "Revenge."' Guess whos back! Juliet, Kelly and Emma are starting their first term at Canter's acedemy for young monsters. The school where monsters and faeries alike learn to hunt, haunt and use their powers for better rather than worse. Yet again a certain goth pixie is stirring up trouble and who will rise to the challege of stopping her? As well as the change in school work the haunted trio will face problems that they have never had to deal with going to a human girls boarding school. Drama, friendships, horror, mystery and just a little romance...

Here's what really happens to Luigi before the events of Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon Remake

-Credits: 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡4𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥~

A group of teenagers think it's a good idea to play around with Spirits, Except for Shiloh of course. They're lives become hell after mixing Legends and crossing Divisions.

It's a short story written for the Wattpad writing contest - What in the Wattpad? (WITW). Trope: One bed... and it's haunted Slumber. Sleep. It's an important part of life. But do not sleep. Do not close your eyes.

led in the glory of their discovery, marveling at the treasures they had unearthed. The girls couldn't contain their excitement as they imagined the possibilities that awaited them. They agreed to keep their newfound wealth a secret, cherishing the bonds they had formed during their unforgettable slumber party. From that day forward, the four friends remained inseparable, their wild adventure serving as a constant reminder of the extraordinary experiences they could find when they ventured beyond the ordinary.

One of my earliest works. Please do let me know what you think of it!

It was on one lonely night when I decided to write this. I had no clear concept of what I wanted, except that I wanted it to reflect my personality at its full potential. I’m not a fan of labels, but I have often been described as introverted, shy, quiet, and strange. Strange because of my way of thinking, the way I see things. Frankly, I don’t understand the problem, but to each his own. I just hope that someday, someone can appreciate the art of the written word as much as I can. I hope it is someone who I can share my thoughts with, and who will share his/her thoughts with me; no boundaries, just the love of writing. Throughout my life, I have suffered from many blows to the heart: rejection, my parents’ divorce, and although I have felt down at times, I always find comfort in my notebook, in a blank document.

"The pain... it was unbearable. Yet I couldn't scream. All I could do was helplessly watch as the doctors and nurses hover over me, trying to do something; anything to save my life. To tell you the truth, I really don't care whether I live or not. Well, maybe there's this small part of me that's hoping I would, the same part in everyone that refuses to give up hope. But I know I won't make it. There's a difference in that. It makes you not really care anymore because you know that the end is coming soon." Sometimes when you know the end is coming, you can't do anything except let it happen.