Timepass Stories

it's 12 in the morning and I'm loosing all of the hopes in my life I am writing this book with no seriousness I just want to runaway and sleep- *sigh* This is a few oneshots about reader being Aizawa's daughter Again I'm not taking this book seriously... Also which school gives 6 assistant and an exam just after one exam ends? Edit: Ok as I'm in a "great" mood lmma give you a proper description Shota/Shouta Aizawa better known as pro hero Eraserhead suddenly finds himself with a 1 month old daughter What will Aizawa do with his brand new responsibilitie?

You may not find logic in my stories yet this one is so close to my heart as I wrote it with my lil sister probably 3 years ago. We had a great time while writing this. The story is written in simple Indian English and has no complexities. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in the story are completely fictional. But the plot, the narrative and the ideas of the fiction are so raw and real.

A many-in-one entertainment club book for our community members to interact with each other in talks and comments while having fun enjoying activities. This book will contain: • Fun Questionnaires to know each other • Minigames like Riddles, Choices, etc • Interesting facts, Memes & Quotes • Awareness about important issues • Science stuffs, Wildlife, etc • Poetry Quests We will also feature the below things by our members if you're interested pm us for featuring your own: • Quotes/Quote pics • Memes (own made only) • Photography (Non-people. Photography of just places or aesthetic things. Personal photos aren't acceptable) • Artwork Suggestions and feedback are welcomed. No copyright intended for the pics and information which are taken from internet. They belong to their respective copyright holders.

Worlds split. Realms bleed. And through it all flows Prāṇna - the breath of life-the last thread holding existence together. Only the rarest warriors can master it, soul-forging weapons with focus so absolute that a whisper of doubt shatters it. Each strike carves a piece of their life. Here rivers remember. storms listen. stone itself may rise to protect... or crush. A place where heroes are not born but forged in fire, in silence, in sacrifice. When the sky stops mid-breath and the wind chokes on silence... the next chapter is about to be written in blood. Because beyond the light stands Kali, the Devourer of Ages - his hunger so vast, even time gnaws its tail to escape him, and his blood-clan, the Corrupted Lords bound by fragments of his will, his shadow touches every corner of the realms. Face them all... -and the world itself may hold its breath.

"Too Late" by RahuRa is a poetic, emotional fable about two trees who fall in love but are constantly kept apart by human interference. As time passes, they grow closer only to be cut down before they can ever touch. Their union happens posthumously, as furniture crafted from their shared wood. This story is a powerful metaphor about missed chances, the tragedy of delayed action, and the importance of expressing love and intention while there's still time.

A tag book where you are tagged or you want to be tagged. pm if you want to be tagged. This awesome cover is by my dear dear friend @wespierd.

Just some fun things....

It's a story about literally anyone's thoughts a few weeks before exams. Hope you like it!

#5 in landscape - 15 September 2018 Some preety drawings drawn by me. If you love drawing you won't reject this book.!!! SOME MAJESTIC DRAWINGS ❤❤ #261 in random - ( 16 August 2018) highest ranking. #296 in random #37 in colours - 31 march 2019

Blackwood Manor has stood for centuries, its towering presence wrapped in mystery and unease. Whispers of strange occurrences, ghostly figures, and unexplained tragedies have surrounded the estate for generations. The air within its ruins feels heavy, as if something unseen lingers, watching, waiting. Shadows move where they shouldn't, and an eerie silence blankets the land. Those who dare to step too close speak of an overwhelming sense of dread, as if the house itself holds secrets best left undiscovered. Some say it's cursed, others call it legend-but one thing is certain: Blackwood Manor is not a place easily forgotten.

hehe... I thought to make something as I was bored so I created this book.....😅😑

2 Liners; Extremely Short Stories Cause You don't need more than a few words to express yourself. 2 liners that tell just about enough for you to see the rest....Sometimes A single phrase is enough to convey what more than a thousand words cannot! And that is what I have tried to achieve Some of them may be repeated... extremely sorry for that... i had them saved as images.. until they got mixed up....

Just some quotes that i wanna share.... though i m not good in writing anything. Just a try

"সব ভালোবাসার গল্পে আলো থাকে না... কিছু গল্প শুরু হয় অন্ধকার থেকে। সেই অন্ধকারেই লুকিয়ে থাকে সত্য, কষ্ট আর অজানা অনুভূতি।"

"If you're being ignored, that's a good time to concentrate on finding yourself and creating your own mystery." - Lykke Li

Some untold sotries of Hearts (ppls msg me to get your stry on it too in my words😊✌)

Just an aspiring poet. Half the time these are shite / random dump stuff 👍👍 I feel like M.K. Blackwood out here kill me now !!!

Cover page credit goes to @ArzRyan. Thanks a lot for this! 😄❤

Some thoughts brought on paper , by little poet . Poems written in leisure , presenting to you with pleasure :)

Azrah Thiago just wanted to pass high school. Instead, he failed biology, drew a stick figure screaming into a void, and accidentally gave himself a magical Mark that lets him cut through reality like it's a bad contract. Now the universe is trying to delete him. The Board-ancient demon-lord bureaucrats who enforce the laws of existence-has branded him an unauthorized asset. They've sent Suits with fountain-pen nibs for fingers to hunt him down. They've deployed metal locusts that buzz like office shredders. They've rewritten gravity just to watch him fall. Azrah's only weapons are a wrench-wielding best friend, a girl who speaks in code, a girl with scars that glow orange, and a boy who might be working for the enemy. His only advantage? He remembers. He remembers his mom's kitchen wall color (yellow). He remembers the smell of cardamom, cinnamon, and ginger. He remembers laughing when he should've been terrified. He remembers everything. And he's not going to stop. Not while he's still alive. Not while he's still real. Not while he's still himself. Because when the universe tries to redact you, you don't fight back with force. You fight back with memory. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Contains one (1) monologue where Azrah yells at metal locusts for forty-five minutes straight. You've been warned.