Writen Stories

A story that follows Coby, a citizen of Hell. Satan begins the story off With a bit of insight

clover is going to a new town Florencia and thinks she gonna be alone but little do they know she's gonna meet a new boy

Think of how a book becomes a book.

A white blanket covers the forest, it is pretty in the day, but in the night things roam. Things that crave human flesh, things that were once humans, humans that were cannibalizes, Human who were infected. Humans that wonder in the frosted woods in the dead of night are there prey. Humans that escape the grip of these beast are lucky to live a normal life ever again.

I'm mad. Deal with it.

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

This is how I tend to wake up in the morning.

a girl how has a boyfriend while on the orther side he wife and she finds out

The shadow boy, everyone knows one.

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

The rain above your head. Think about it.

Ameria Fosters. All of the people including herself think she is a witch. In the day she finally moves house for the first time the 24-year-old women and a friend are unpacking boxes and he finds tones and tones of old diaries when the last date is from 900 years ago. More impressed he stays when he understands that the writing are the same of Ameria. She said she never remember to write such a thing like that and when she was packing she taught was just toughts when in her teenager part she was sleep-walking. She starts to be intriged by the diaries when is written about a master, she is being a Goddess, light and dark, being punished and banished, a prophecy and the important mission of kill Nalentini. Ameria Fosters, will change you life and the meaning of it ... FOREVER!

Guys its 9:31 and I have a biiiiiiig theory about fanf!

This is how I tend to write anymore.

Een verhaal met spanning en liefde.

Well today is Tuesday. I am at work. I am the first Intern at work. It's 10:32 and my girl friend Mel has still not messaged me back. Maybe her phone died? or maybe Mel is in the Van having a ride somewhere, with her mom and Jr. Today is okay, ..could be better, and it will improve. For breakfast I had one egg, and two hashbrown's that I fried up. Also today I am wearing my black shorts, and a grey t-shirt. So far just sat in the back here, chillen. Not much happening at work at the moment. So furthermore, enjoyed a coffee. That's good, just needed that lifted feeling. I will likely play guitar and sing to lift my self up. Well played guitar, and tried singing. Done that. After doing that activity. Gained energy and felt a little shaky. So did some push-ups, about 30. Now my arm's are tired. Just sitting now. Recovering and writing. Still no other Interns here. I guess, I should be reading these Nanabush stories, I but I don't have any. Anyhow on a personal note. I want a straight smile, so I am going to try to set up my appointment so I can get my wisdom teeth out. 1:50 pm so Garret showed up. Not much has still happened, Lol. .. sad. tehe. Bruce is just talking to Garrett, about the stories we are working on here, at the Debaj. I still have not got any scripts or stories but, that's okay. Maybe it's not meant to be. Maybe my job and priority is something else.

Restless night and pain,they boil into words and darkness.