Theforgotten Stories

Occasionally, when I woke up I was no longer a part of this world. I was left on my own in a world with no one but myself. Was I being protected? but from what? Even before I knew it, my memories were gone. I didn't know who I was. What exactly happened that day? - The story of a young boy in his teens who struggles to distinguish his survival in a certain alternate setting separated from the natural world and his adventures towards the truth about a certain incident that led the changes in his entire life....... Status: Ongoing

Lacey's life was getting better. Until her mom and brother decide to go camping where everything began before. But now there are new threats to watch out for, and new friends to lean on. But will she choose the right ones?

Only his parents knew the truth behind the boy who will soon be set free - p.s sorry guys it's not that good, it's my first one! Plz message me an tell me how u liked it tho!!

21 years before Will Byers, Laura Collins goes missing. At first, the sleepy town of Hawkins assumes that little Laura has been abducted, but as the neighbourhood's teens - Joyce, Jim, Bob and Karen, find themselves stumbling down a dark hole of mysteries, they realise that an abduction would be easier to explain... The more they investigate, the more they realise that knowing too much could make you forget. ★ ★ ★ I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS, I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT I HAVE CREATED.

a collection of my writing

Wrive Tacking and his friends aren't exactly what you'd call "normal". For instance, most people don't spend their time running from crazy industries that would love to lock them to large machines and experiment on them. ( A.K.A Ultra Tech. ) "Normal" people don't struggle to put together the pieces to puzzles that, once completed, are secrets. But Wrive and the others don't care that they're not "normal". They're too busy trying to figure out a massive secret involving Ultra Tech, a secret room, and a whole bunch of other confusing things. But can they get everything sorted out before Ultra Tech captures them again, or worse?

This story is about 5 teens who find they're way through a forest, and each find a stone. They get turned into a puma/cougar hybrid, 2 werewolf's, a human fox, and a human Lynx. They go through trials of being different and surviving the world without much help. Hope you enjoy it!

A group of six teenagers, three girls, and three boys, all of them are middle children. All of them are forgotten. Invisible. Alone. But, they have each other. As their sophomore year reaches it's middle, they develop a plan to run away together. To get jobs and live together. To always remain friends. They each had their own personality. The artist, instrumentalist, designer, writer, chef, and the dancer. And their names were Abby, Isabella, David, Winter, Charlie, and Danny. Together they were The Forgotten.

There was a time, not very long ago, when Mother Nature lost her patience. Human civilization as we know it disappeared. Countries collapsed, coasts flooded, forests burned and the ground yielded nothing. Illness wiped out most of the population and walled cities emerged. Avaria stands in the middle of some of the most hostile land that remains. And the only reason they survive is Sephi's mother and people like her. Witches. Capable of manipulating the elements and connecting with nature to give the city what it needs. So it is then, when the world has fallen and only a few have risen, that a bully meets a nightmare. Adrian is the only son of the Governor of Avaria. Practically a prince, and a cruel one, he's untouchable and studying at the Compound to try and follow in his father's footsteps when Sephi is admitted. He couldn't have possibly asked for a more delicate destruction.

(Based on DeeperDown comic start reading it here. first to understand this fan story better https://www.deviantart.com/zeragii/art/DeeperDown-Coverpage-625025837 this take place after frisk and sans and flowey get away from the forgotten , weird yet a close friendship frisk and sans had always have yet what's happen when that bond is force apart. . deeperdown is by :iconzeragii:

Who said you could j o i n our club of f o r g o t t e n

A girl name Elizabeth lives with abusive father and drug/alcoholic mother. she hated life and her self until one day she meets a boy who shows her she's more than an ordinary girl

It's a collection of short poems which describes the pain and loneliness of being unknown and forgotten and who is overshadowed by the Main characters of every story. Let's think , relate , empathise and cry with them 'cause they need you and you indeed need them too.

A lost girl and a random man or a forgotten world...?

Book three of the Forgotten series ~ Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. Living in the mountains, away from civilization and away from the eyes of mundanes. The Mountain packs are harsh and brutal. Shifter against shifter. Pack against pack. Wolves against wolves. All fighting for the same thing. Survival. Azrael Thorn was a powerful Alpha. He had taken his title by force, as tradition dictated. Power and authority of the Alphas and shifters who had challenged him and lost radiated off of his tall, bulky frame. He was dangerous and he was everything an Alpha of a Mountain pack should be. Yet he had no mate or family to call his own. But a mate who could not stand the bitterly cold winters or the brutality of the pack would not produce strength. It would only bring weakness. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~ If the pain stops, it means you are dead. Lace Owens is underestimated at every turn. Her small and delicate built matches her name but the power of defeated enemies hang off her heavily. A power and an authority that would bring many men to their knees if they sensed it, hangs off of her like an oppressively dark cloud but she hides it carefully. Unwilling to let anyone see just how powerful she has become. Her skin is marked with a painful past and she has turned a thing of cruelty into a thing of beauty with her blade. Swirling patterns adorning her skin, hiding the cruelty among her willing pain, her only comfort against the world around her. If the pain stops, it means you are dead. ~ Two world collide as Azrael and Lace form a bond and spiral down into unfamiliar territory where Azrael is shown that strength doesn't always come from size and Lace learns that love can spring from even the most painful places. Together they show the werewolf world a long held belief still stands strong. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~

"Every day something is forgotten." It could be as big as a birthday or as little a paper clip left on the floor... It is forgotten. It happens.

The inexcusable way people who aren't tested and die from CoViD-19 and therefore aren't accounted for in the statistics, is heart wrenching, cold, calculating. Meanwhile the healthcare officials display their wrought numbers to show us the flattening of the curve has set in. The question should be asked here what we know? Do we really know where the virus is when we don't test? I think we can all answer that question, we simply don't know? Until the testing is truly ramped up, there's only one number to look at which conveys the true cost of this pandemic, that number is the weekly or monthly death rate inside our populations. All else is in fact a construct of either our health authorities, our government or our media, of which the last eagerly, willfully and deliberately copies these numbers and displays 'm in ever more incomprehensible ways to show the public the curve is bending towards the projected cutoff from the exponential curve. They all are your worst nightmare maleficent bookkeepers who bend bad numbers into success stories. Excuse for the word bookkeepers here, for all those who are trustworthy ones. Hard questions aren't asked of those responsible. To me this once more reveals how much the hotshots are intertwined with those who represent our sources for news, it represents a level of contempt for the general public which is the true sadness laid bare in this crisis.

This is my words, heart, life, and journey, written just for you. P.S. Please don't break or tear it because this is all I have. Truly Yours, Kaza Maya *STORIES written to POEMS* *Photo Cover/Background is not owned by the author. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME English-Tagalog Poems KazaMaya™ © 2016

The storm is over. Jo Ann Whitlow is home. The Door is closed. The Road still remembers, but six months after the events of Windswept Hope, the fracture in the sky remains. Invisible to everyone except Jo Ann. As the Keeper of the Road, she begins seeing things no one else can see, new names appearing on the ancient path, impossible dreams, and a watching eye beyond the stars. When people across the world begin forgetting loved ones, entire towns, and even pieces of history itself, Jo Ann discovers something terrifying: The creature they fought was never the true enemy. Beyond the fracture waits an ancient intelligence older than memory, older than the Watchers, older than the Door itself, and it has finally turned its gaze toward Earth.