Historias de Waking

Life isn't easy for Britney Hect, and it only gets worse when she is caught by a maniac scientist who believes she will be "the one" who would complete his works... She is bullied constantly for being different, and bullying has gotten her the future she will face. Is it a future for evil or for good?

Soft delectable lips came crashing down on mine, and before I knew what was happening I was kissing him. But this kiss was not like any other I'd had before, no those kisses seemed so plain, so dull in comparison to the electrifying sparks that ignited every time our lips nearly just brushed against each other. With each gesture of passion, I felt a flame flare up in my soul that could only come alive with the kiss of a true love, a soul mate. Mate. Oh no what was I doing? I pushed him away regretfully. "Drew." He asked confused, and I couldn't blame him. I was his soul mate, the woman that was destined to be in his life forever and it would only make sense for him to be confused if I didn't kiss him. But I couldn't, not when I had a secret that could endanger both our lives, so instead of running into his arms like any sane she-wolf would do, I turned away and walked out.

These are moslty factual stories. Broken Stories. My wishes. My life.

Have you ever woken up to these thoughts; "man what did I do last night?" Meet Sense. She's a 17 yearold crazy wild child with some pretty deep secrets and the strange gift of getting herself in the most messed hilarious situations. Now meet Christian. His whole life he's grown up with a strict homepohbic very closeminded family and his father already has it set that he wants him to take his place as a preist at the church. Throw in some strippers, icecream, and chickflicks and read what happens when their two worlds collide. (Ugh sorry for the crappy cliche discription. I'm not very good at these. How bout you just read and find out :D)

How I believe Twilight should have ended.

Season 2

Just a collection of my own original poetry, whether extremely long, short, or anywhere in between.

On a normal night, a 14 year old girl was brainwashed in her sleep. She was immediately sent to this training camp where they trained her to be good, but she doesn't know it. She doesn't remember what happened, where she was last, who are her parents are, and she doesn't even remember her own name.

Green grass, sun shining, birds singing. That's how it all was; that's all we thought it would be. Charred grass, faded sky, echoing winds. That's how it all became; that's all that we could see. Free minds, free wills, wandering eyes. That's how we began; this is what we were. Blocked thoughts, chained actions, dark vision. This is how we live; life's now just a blur.

My short story on how Ventus would react if he woke up now in the plot. It's going to be a tad dark I believe but it's also going to have some wisdom in it. I think this would be how it should go, because KHIII will have him waking up to say, "Let's go battle some heartless, Sora and Riku and Kairi and Mickey and Lea-" "Thank you!" "-and Terra-" "Actually... um... well... you see..." "-and Aqua, and (insert OC name that may or may not appear)."

An imagine about waking up with Louis. :)

What if everything in your life was simulated? It was just you and nothing ever existed. You created everything. The 50 states, the languages, religions, math, science, books, movies, everything. And when you die you actually wake up and begin your life. Arissa Peyton realizes this. She thinks about it and it starts a chain reaction of events and there are people trying to kill her. This "Awakening" is supposed to be a secret. Only Angels, Shadows, Demons, and Shape Shifters know about it - not mortals. Everyone is focused on finding and killing/saving Arissa. A Zombie apocalypse occurs as well as the mythical creatures we come to love (and hate), come into Mortal Life and share their existence with the mortals.

One poem; it was written for school and based on my own experiences with sleep and dreams. Thank you for reading!!!!!

A man wakes from a rowdy night out to find the girl he came home with gone. In her place, he finds a fractured mind and unspeakable horror. Cover art by me. Submission for the "WelcometoTheBlumhouse" competition.

After four years, he no longer calls them dreams, when he sees her now, it's a nightmare. Always the same. Always seeing her as something she can never be: alive. So when a face from the past shows up at the gates of the Safe Zone, Daryl can't help himself when he thinks he's asleep.