Stopping Stories

After the world fell to the dead, Evie survives alone for years in isolation, building a self-sustaining fortified home long before she meets any other survivors. When Rick Grimes' group arrives, she quickly becomes their most capable and disciplined ally, teaching them how to survive, organize, and endure in a world ruled by walkers. As their group grows and moves-from a hardened prison to the ruins of war-torn communities-Evie's brutal efficiency and unmatched survival knowledge repeatedly keep them alive through impossible situations, including attacks from the Governor and the Saviors. Though emotionally guarded and shaped by a violent past of abuse and trauma, she becomes the backbone of every community she joins. Eventually, Evie expands her efforts beyond a single group, helping multiple survivor settlements stabilize, rebuild infrastructure, and reconnect into larger safe zones. She designs advanced walker containment systems, restores power and water plants, and helps establish coordinated governments, defense forces, and rebuilding networks across regions. In the end, Evie's legacy is not just survival-it is reconstruction. Through relentless logic, skill, and determination, she helps turn a collapsed world into one that can function again, proving that even after ruin, something stronger can still be built.

This is where i'm going to put short stories and poems i come up with. I'm also going to enter quite alot of these into competitions, i think!

I want to say something important but not special for all.

Thos is not a story it is a preview of a story coming up.

When young Kayla is abandoned to live with her young free spirited 20 years old aunt maliya when she was 10 by the people she thought loved her were to busy to care for her she vows to herself to never let people in again and hardens her self to look tougher she actually gets labeled as the freek no one approaches in high school and at the start of her senior year which she thought wasn't to going to be different she runs into the new kid in school who looks like he just came from the bottom of a rainbow where unicorns poop skittles,his smile was breathtakingly bright............. .................but alas what would a little bundle of joy do to a mass of hurt wrapped around the day hole

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit behavior. I would advise you if you don't have any interest in this type of story or the emotional turmoil with it. That you do not read it. (It never really went anywhere so, yeah.)

Penny is a fifteen-year-old girl, who loves pranking people and stopping time. When she's adopted into the mysterious Project A.D.A.P.T., she meets the Avengers - and their descendants - and for once in her life, she's not the weirdest person in the building. She gets dragged along on crazy missions while getting to know the other inhabitants of the base, and - as was to be expected - chaos ensues. After all, the only certain factor at the ADAPT base is that nothing is ever certain. --- EXCERPT Loki gave Penny a short, almost imperceptible nod, and the next moment Jock was pressed against the ground. Penny covered his mouth with her hand so he couldn't call for help, but a well-aimed knock to the head later that wasn't necessary anymore. "Thanks Rocky," Penny stepped back as Rocky shook his hand to get the tingling feeling out. "You're welcome," he grinned. "What's next?" Michael enquired, "we're alone... for now." Nutmeg pointed to the fake Infinity Stone. "Stowne!" Loki nodded. "Yes, Stone. We need to get our hands on that thing." "And why exactly don't we just grab it?" Sarah enquired as Chelsea went a little pale. "Stop trying to read my mind, Maximoff one junior," Loki commanded, "and Sarah; I've been told," - he gestured with his scepter to Jock - "that it's not safe for humans to come anywhere close to it." "And I've been told only princes and princesses and other royalty can touch it," Michael added, "which reminds me; they're holding a meeting here soon about destroying other planets with this very Stone." Loki frowned thoughtfully. "Why would they do that? They're risking that everyone finds out it's a fake... well, unless it's not a fake. It's certainly no real Infinity Stone, but... Well, it needs to be removed either way, I'll see if I can do that with my scepter." --- CHASM is Book 1 of the Generation Omega Series

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A collection of My poems. enjoy. (picture from bing)

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This is more like a letter rather than a poem. It is to the World, but inspired by a person I despise. I'm sure a lot of people are so tired of all the bull in the world, so I bet many can relate, but the twist is all the terror in the World won't break me, or you. If you can relate to my feelings, please share and like this!

Lara Burman can stop time! Woah! How cool! But then she's accused of murdering her crush. Jinkies. We've all been there. While she may be guilty of being a creepy stalker, she is NOT guilt of murder! But how can she prove her innocence when her alibi sounds IMPOSSIBLE! I dunno! Read on to find out!

by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. http://www.grabbitmedia.com/

This Story is about stopping Horse Slaughtering