Talentless Stories

(This takes place in talentless nana episodes 1-13, not the manga, before Michiru's death. THIS IS FANFICTION BTW... so dont kill me :3 ) not long after Ryouji Ishii's death a new student arrived, Hoshiko Takahashi. The committee sent her to help Nana Hiiragi eliminate the talented, but things go downhill when Hoshiko falls in love with a talented...

a paltry attempt at something like "diary of an oxygen thief" - except written by a 16 year old and arguably worse

What would you do if one morning you wake up and suddenly realise that you have no talents? Like literally none. Would you kill yourself? Would you try to find one? Or would you let it be? ~~ Heather has lived sixteen years thinking she has talents, so many of them that she can't measure them herself. But one day, at an after party it all falls apart. She is going to make bad choices, real bad ones. It's for you to find out what those are. ~~ Talentless By thatdistantvoice

Read the title. That should explain it pretty well.

In a world where talents and services are the form of currency, being normal has its disadvantages. For Steven, he has been hoping and praying every day that his talent will appear, but is being given one the only way to receive a talent, or can it be taught.

The last thing Grendel Jinx remembered was a frying pan swinging toward her face in a Chichester warehouse, courtesy of some goon from a rival secret organization. Then, a flash of green light, a sensation like being sucked through a straw, and now-this. She blinked against the sterile white ceiling of what looked like a hospital room, the faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzing in her ears. Her head throbbed, but her limbs were intact, and her trademark leather jacket was neatly folded on a chair nearby. Not bad for a girl who'd just been yeeted across dimensions. AI generated but some characters are based on the Welcome To... Chichester series of visual novels

Being a teen looked so fun when I was a kid...

The last sensation Arthur Ainsworth, fifty-one years and three months into a life he often felt was on loan from a particularly dull catalogue, registered with any certainty was the gritty texture of wholemeal toast between his teeth and the sharp, familiar tang of too-bitter marmalade. He'd been staring out of his Crawley kitchen window at the aggressively cheerful fuschia in Mrs. Henderson's garden, contemplating the yawning abyss of another Tuesday meeting about synergistic resource allocation, when the world had dissolved. Not in a gentle fade, but a violent, wrenching compression, as if he were being squeezed through the eye of a cosmic needle. A silent scream tore from lungs that, a microsecond later, felt alarmingly... inefficient.

This book is really about what i think about. This book is based off of what i think about myself or what i've been told. It's not a story where i move or interact. It's basically a diary. This book is very much angst. Prepare yourselves. I'm gonna try and update as much as i can. Take it easy on me im in a very serious depression episode. But enjoy this angsty book. #Angst #Teens #Teenagers #Sad #Diary #SadThoughts #Angsty

"What is my talent? Thank you for asking.. but I'm uncertain.. Shall we take a look together?" A journal belonging to one student, leaked and was broadcasted for everyone to see. This is a story of that student who longed for talent in order to be accepted in a society where the only thing that mattered was talent, power and wealth. Pain, envy, worry, sadness - every negative emotion is expressed in here for everyone to see. Will you still read it?

The air tasted wrong. Not like the damp, mild chill of Chichester in... well, whenever it was last. This air was thick with something metallic, something alien that prickled Kayleigh's skin. Her head swam, a violent nausea churning in her stomach, and when she finally managed to force her eyes open, the world was a blurry expanse of unfamiliar green and grey. She was lying on damp earth, surrounded by what looked like dense, overgrown forest. Rain dripped from unseen leaves overhead, cold and insistent against her face. A groan escaped her lips, and a smaller hand than she remembered reflexively went to her aching head. Smaller hand?

I'ma just post lyrics I made that I'm proud of just in case I lose my account..

One day a child was born into the powerful clan of Aynsof as 'The Chosen one'. Abnormaly talented he did not know what he was chosen for. In this fantasy world he and his untalented brother were tasked by their father to go on two different quests on the same path.

❝Jolie, you were right...it was all in the way we fall.❞ People fall all the time. No one's going to judge you for tripping. But if you mean 'fall' as 'pass on', it's all in the way we fall. This is a dual POV fan made backstory about Umber and Jolie. PLEASE NOTE: This is not a romance between the two. It is a story of friendship, loss, and struggle. Hope you enjoy!

A girl with no direction finds a path through her dreams. Obsessive note-taking leads her to be convinced there is something going on in each one of her dreams, she realizes she must face her own problems somewhere she's most comfortable in or else her world will be destroyed. This is more of a template for me to use if fans really desire more...