Talentless Stories

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 . . .

❝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!

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

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.

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.

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?

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 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.

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!

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

All have a talent on something. with some it might be fighting, others crafting. Sometimes it's big, sometimes ... not so much. But even if we don't like it, there is always one thing we are better at doing than most people. Well... that is of course except for a young boy named Fernier who has absolutely none! He is no good at scholars, no good at crafts, no good at manual labor, has no good luck, has no form of decorative sense, can't even brew hot water, let alone cook and make potions, and most importantly, is terrible at fighting. However, a faithful encounter with a patrolling cultivator from the Fin clan that cultivates under the Three Crowned Chicken Style, sets him on an adventure to become a Cultivator, and achieve some form of power in his life. Will he be able to succeed, or will it be too much for him to even keep his own life!

The Story of Jacob Sartorius

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?

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...

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

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