Telephone Stories

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An interactive story following Team Larry, you are the eyes of Stickman, who's claimed to be a friendly and nice guy, help him make important choices as his team progresses further(or closer) away from their home. Take note that this is an Au that completely revolves around Team Larry going missing, if you haven't watch 5SOS:BS(Bean's Show), you might want to consider watching it first to avoid potential spoilers. (Though the characters in this story may be VERY OOC) No promises that any other POVs will be published. (Interaction choices start at around chapter 3-5, excluding the first one as it is a test, however if no one votes, I will decide for myself since I know this show is pretty niche.) Remember that all(or at least most) choices have consequences. This story may contain disturbing elements that are not suitable for young readers. [CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME THEY BELONG TO SACRISTUFF ON YOUTUBE!!] Started: 18 May 2026 Ended: N/A

Jmappele Ayah Chui Algérienne Ma chronique est fictif

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Regret is one of the most worst emotion that you could even have. Thinking If you never did this or did that thing would of been different. That's what Myra feels every day of her life is regret. She blames herself for her Parents death in a car accident and ever since the horror filled sceen keep playing in her head at night making it hard and hard to forgive herself and move on. She's always doutting herself but just like the night her parents died her life will be changed forever when she meets someone new. But he isn't what he seems but he might be the only person that could get Myra back to as much as normal as she could be. Even If He's a Murderer he's her only hope. Never Say Never....Because You Will Alway Be Proven Wrong ( This is a Werewolf, Romance and Teen Fiction)

Quite short but interesting 👻Xara Harriet and her mafia husband Sam Harriet are on a mission to Chicago but they have to take the long way down the abandon woods and they hear a telephone ringing.. what is it?

❝In which two people call up a helpline in order to find someone just as broken as they are. ❞ "Does...does it bother you that my dad's in prison for murder?" "Well, judging by the fact that I moved away from America to get away from the memory of a gun crime, I would say yes, Elliot, that bothers me quite a lot." "I...I...gun crime?" "Yes, Elliot. You are currently speaking to a survivor of one of America's many school shootings."

-Suicide trigger warning- Girl tries to kill herself, but is saved by a mysterious person, who gifts her a yellow telephone to talk.

une histoire par téléphone

A young, lonely girl finds a way to talk to a boy from the past. ~ ~ ~ THIS BOOK IS BASED OFF FLOWERS FROM 1970. The author gave away her plot line, but if she changes her mind or thinks this book is too much like hers I will take it down immediately.

"Hello, little one. What is your name?" It is with those seven words the story begins. Ramona Spencer is an escort, a person who has died and chosen to help the reincarnation process. Louis is a normal teenager, living with his mother and sister while his father is away at war. The two become very close, best friends, even lovers - until Louis's father dies and Ramona is assigned the task of reincarnating him. Can Louis deal with the fact that his father won't be just his anymore? And if he can, can Ramona deal with the reincarnation process herself?

A gentle breeze brushes against my face and my eyelashes tingle. The yellow and orange coloured trees sway in sync and the leaves fall onto the hard ground.i push my ice white duvet as my warm feet press into the cold,wooden floor.The familiar smell of cooking eggs and bacon fills my nose. I open the front door and pull my soft cashmere jumper closer to my chest. I hear the lock click and start to walk. " I can't be late again" I whisper. As the wind becomes stronger I start to run. Houses rush past me and the coloured of green,yellow,orange and brown blur into one. My hair dances behind me and I start to smile. Bang. My head is centimetres from the ground and my head is being supported carefully by a firm hand.