histórias de Storyland

" Where am I?" Asked Izzie. You are in the forest!" Replied Little Red Riding Hood ----------------------------------------------when Izzie gets trapped in Story Land she meets all sort of characters. She meets loads of people and animals that she loves. She makes friends with a lot of them but some of them are bad. She has to get through all of the stories to get back home. Can she make it back home?

HE IS OUR DEAD ACTOR SEOKJIN ,Hoseok said story revolves around group of boys falls into their own story #1 in storyland on 1\8\2021

A young girl awakens on altar with nothing but the clothes on body, a crown upon her and no single memory but her name. To find what she has lost she must journey through a land overtaken by darkness, ruled by a mad queen. And to succeed, she must find her courage and the light within.

What if you can live in the books that you read, even for a moment? Welcome to Storyland, a wandering caravan of magic that offers guest-readers the once-in-a-lifetime chance of truly experiencing what was thought to be impossible: a trip within the world of your favorite books! We are nowhere and everywhere at the same time--so when you see us wherever you are, don't think twice--sign up and watch the world of books unfold before your very eyes. *** For the longest time, Carina has been a die-hard fan of T. Sullivan's "Midnight Meadow" trilogy, but not because of its valiant hero but because of the complex characterization of its villain, the Ivory Tower Wizard. When Storyland appeared at their town one day bannering her favorite book as its main attraction, there was no way she wasn't taking the Trip. Everything was going well and nothing seemed amiss--not until the Ivory Tower Wizard, who was not supposed to see her with her invisibility locket on, looked at her dead straight in the eye. *** His irises were like giant glowing fireballs sucking her in, his piercing gaze getting under her skin. His huge frame towered over her as he held the ends of her raven hair to his lips. "I never once thought the Palace balls interesting, but I stand corrected," his deep voice echoed in the empty hallway. Carina thought she escaped earlier when their gazes met, how did he find her? "But my lady, you are the most peculiar." She shuddered internally. This guy's root of villainy is his twisted fascination over Anika, the female lead, but Carina knew it in her heart and felt it in her bones. She needed to run.

I am a reader. My life is on the pages of every great book. My adventures are marked by the famous chapters and sagas. I read. I live. I am. When 15 year old Henry befriends the odd girl Ish, he doesn't expect his dreams to literally come true. He starts seeing unexplainable sights on the colourful streets of St James. The teenagers in the forest. The missing sheets. Ish's unexpected disappearances. Is he going crazy? 13 year old Ish has made some mistakes, sure, but she never saw this one coming. Plus, her parents are no help. Was her first friend in the quiet village of St James doomed to the same fate as those many others? Note: this book has no relation to my othe book, (Not) A Hero.

Renee Kimpton. She was supposed to have an awesome life. The only problem: a) She was gorgeous b) she had 25 girls begging to be her bestie c) she had a rich and famous family that spoiled her rotten. Basically, she was popular. But, popular is hard when you're a a student at Henwik's School for Future Story Characters. ***SHORT CHAPTERS***

This is the story of a girl and a magical book. Remember, if you dream, you can get anywhere.

This past summer, I got a job at an amusement park in New Hampshire. It was my first job, and let me just say I had some weird stories.

Just a bunch of titles for u!!!!!! See u in story land!!

Once upon a time there was female Husky walking down the street lined with flower then saw a thing that was waring a black mask with eye holes cut into the black mask then the Husky walking closer to get a better look at it but then the black masked husky grabbed her and knocked her out with a pole she fell asleep in his arms then the male husky brang her to someplace with blood and guts and knifes lined against the wall he tapped her mouth up and locks her up on a wall and then woke her up and then the male husky bounded nails into her paws when she looked at her hurting paws she freaked out she was struggling to get out but she gave up then the male husky came into the bloody rusty room and he had a KNIFE dun dun dunnnnn he walked up to her and cut put the knife right through her stomach she screamed "please don't please" then she started crying then the male husky said"it's ok it will all be over soon" he said with a evil laugh 'the end see you in part two Byeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

_______ Larez era una chica que escondia algo muy profundo.... su amor por la musica hacia que soportara todo lo que pasaba.... hasta que un día lo conocio a él..... Luke Hemmings.... el chico mas raro y timido de la escuela. ella tendra que aprovechar todos los momentos con sus amigos y sobre todo con Luke, siempre guardando el secreto que ahora la atormenta y que solo su primo Calum conoce Luke se arriesgara para que ______ lo ame..... que pasara cuando Luke se entere del secreto que guarda _______.....

Have you ever heard someone say that, when they read, it’s like entering a whole new world? Well, I have that problem as well. When I read, I find it hard to stay in realty. Or worse, hard to believe reality. I get so lost, that nothing outside of the book makes any sense to me. The words tumble around me until there literally IS nothing left other than each word, flowing one after the other, until I get to the end. But what happens when you literally fall into a story, and it becomes really real? What happens when you are the only one who knows what the fates of each character, and you have the power to change how things turn out? How do you stay connected in the real world? My name is Adrina Mercillo, and this is my story. In order for you to get a clearer picture of the point I am trying to get across, it is necessary to go back to the beginning, which, in this case, just so happens to be on a sunny spring day while I was sitting in my creative writing class. Let’s go back there to see where the fun begins…