Tangent Stories

Ragnhild Eilifsdotter is a Huldrekin, people related to the trolls of Norway, but more human-like. The men kept the people living under hill for centuries, so as soon as they were let out she moved to Seattle to experience some freedom. Unfortunately even the New World has rules and Ragnhild has to do a favor for a troll, always a tricky prospect.

Updates on the events in my life, along with vents and rambles. (PS idk how to type soooo)

"Truth can be eclipsed by a thrilling lie," he said nonchalantly.

mood.

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A collection of thought tangents, a sort of Ted Talks presented to a blank piece of paper if you will. I don't know man, I'm just writing sh*t.

some poems that are a result of my head rambling on existential tangents

Hi I'm Unix the Unicorn and these are my rants/thoughts!

I write down my thoughts and stuff ⚠️Warning⚠️ some parts of this are going to be centered around sad topics and anxiety if these might be triggering I'd recommend you don't read this until I edit it some more ⚠️Warning⚠️ lots of swearing ⚠️Warning⚠️ I get sidetracked very easily sorry You'll probably hate me but don't worry I hate myself too 😊

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I was doing my French correction homework and I went of on a tangent and fell off into the deep blue sea. "Only when it's happening."

Everybody is somebody else's weirdo: I suspect I may be many people's. Consider this a brain dump, or indeed a Brian dump given the misspelled pseudo-entity who lives in my skull. Tangential thoughts, comments, ideas, and general Brianisms from the soggy grey matter of Gav. And other stuff...

this is just a book for me to vent about lighthearted/deep topics, tell you about my life, for me to tell funny ish stories and go on tangents that last way too long 🤪 basically i'll do whatever you ( and I ) want :))

The things Kinugasa was missing and I desired.

At the age of five, Laetitia Marano discovered that she is suffering from a very rare allergy that changed her life forever. Her allergy is also the reason why she lost her parents-- well that's what she thought. But despite of living without her parents and having a rare allergy, she managed to live a normal life. But what will happen if she meets someone who also suffers from a rare illness? Someone who will make her realize that living with regrets is not living at all. Someone who will prove that tangent love is indeed the worst.

A thing of tangents, or simply random things where I give myself a word or phrase and scrawl possibilities from it or what it is, perhaps a detailed description There could be some theories or maybe some questions. I don't know

My name is Brook. I'm 21 and I do not have a guy ... Sad, but true. Who, what guy would have fallen in love with a nosy nose in his own affairs, an inquisitive, somewhat mischievous journalist? Well, life. But ..., every monster will find its amateur one day, even me ... Wait a moment longer to click on this BIG READ button, because in the end you will not find out how I find my prince on a white horse and prove it to Brooks Stars and my two friends, Kiśce and Em, that I, Brook, find my guy! !!!!!!!!!!!!

Damien is a witness to a murder, over and over. He can't prevent it, so why is he forced to relive it?

When Novia Sprakles moves into Nowhereville, Jessica finds herself warped into some kind of messed up romance adventure. She can't even talk to her one friend, Rory, because she's a blonde cheerleader. Novia has the entire town wrapped around her fingers. Maybe Jessica will escape this messed up reality - Or maybe it'll end like it always does. I'd like to thank all the people ranting in the forums for giving me this idea. If any of you have any actual comments on how I could improve this, I would very much like to hear them. If you liked this, be sure to also check out "The Worst Story On Wattpad" by Arcticstars.

A collection of tangents, poems, and other thoughts. // Tangents. Tangerines. Every single time I think of the word tangent, I always think of tangerines. Of course I could get on a whole lot of different tangents about stuff that the word tangent reminds me of. But I always come back to tangerines. Is it because I'm a tangerine? No. I'm not a fruit. Because of the tang- sound? Most likely. But maybe figuratively, I relate to tangerines on a deep personal level. Who wouldn't? Someone who has enough social skills, intelligence, and talent, to not be needing to be on this stupid website at 3 am in the morning. But I'm not that kind of person. I'm probably just a tangerine. \\