Talentless Stories

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...

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

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.

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

Takes place after Unlocked. Tbh my heart just broke for Rex after finding out he's talentless. The story starts off where Unlocked ends, but with Rex as the protagonist. Hope you enjoy his pov. I have some plans... hehehe And he's a mini cinnamon roll, cus his brother's the cinnamon roll :) This is also my first fanfic. I have so many ideas now lol. Pls vote it would mean a lot to me!!! Enjoy!

Plot: Pickle Rick rolls into Shrek's swamp and then Shrek and Pickle Rick fall in love.

"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?

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

Hannah is the daughter of a rich astronaut, the child of a reality TV star, and the sister of a 17 year old genius. When she enters seventh grade, what could go wrong?

To make someone laugh can seem so easy but when you're up on stage with a mic in your hand and little sweat drops falling off your face . . . you're petrified . . . Of course, one reason is because you aren't funny. Another may be because you . . . really aren't fuuny. And as that one guy is lurking in the crowd waiting to throw a tomato at you starting a major epic food fight, you being the target, you take a gulp. Eventually you end up kissing the floor as you pass out of complete fear . . . That, that simple little gesture, makes the crowd go wild. And you made them laugh. So remember, making someone laugh isn't easy . . . especially if you're forced to play comedic . . . Enjoy the randomness, stupidest, awesomeness crap that goes on in my everyday life because for me . . . making someone laugh is hard . . .

DESCRIPTION; Nathalie Kelley is an outcast. Ethan has a very strong self doubt. Catherine was a rape victim. These three different people lived different lives but all suffered greatly. They thought that escaping from the darkest phase of their life is as imposible as boiling the whole sea water. So one gave up, one lost herself, and one attempted to take her own life. But then, they met her. She was there. With her blond hair in a very messy bun, she looked at them with her very lively eyes. She was beautiful, but what caught their attention was the paint smudges on her small face and pale hands. She asked one of them if she was okay and lend her shelter. She asked him if he wanted to try and teached him. She asked one of them if she was an idiot before lending a hand. What will this girl with messy hair and paint smudges on her face and hands do to their lives? Will she create chaos? Or create tranquility? Or maybe both? She just appeared out of nowhere, and just disappeared in thin air. But nonetheless, she already stirred the water by stepping in it. I guess one can't help but just wait and see what will happen, right?

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.

Read the title. That should explain it pretty well.

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

The Story of Jacob Sartorius

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 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?