recueil d'histoire d'inconnus
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- Votos 2
- Partes 1
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Chaque personne a une histoire, et elles ont toute une particularité.
Regardez autour de vous, observez les gens, et vous verrez. Mais ne leur demandez surtout pas. ça gâcherait la magie...
Bref, observez les. Tenez, vous voyez l'ado boutonneux au cheveux noirs avec des lunettes ?
Oui on dirait un personnage cliché. Pourtant l'histoire du jour est la vie que je lui ai inventée.
Si vous voulez savoir, ce que je viens de vous raconter est totalement vrai et cette personne existe.
Je ne connais ni son nom si son prénom et encore moins son âge, mais c'est ça qui rend ce jeu excitant haha.
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"Almost Green"
Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!Concluida
FAKE
PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.Concluida
Life Of Y/n Banner// Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Si vis pacem, para bellum. //If you want peace, prepare for war// ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The daughter of the infamous Bruce Banner most known for his time spent saving the world as the Hulk and for his research in gamma radiation. Y/n Banner has never been a secret to the world but her story keeps being altered. So this is her story through her view. Watch as she makes it through physical and mental hurting with crazed and intensified emotions, loss, and through it all love. You may think you know her story but trust me, you don't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So I started running. You assume most nerds aren't physically fit but this nerd could run for hours on end and never get tired. Sarah called me the young Steve Rogers even though when Steve Rogers was young it was hard enough for him to walk long distances nevermind run. Running has become a common thing with me. Especially at night after my nightmares. The nightmares are roughly the same, the experiment that turned my dad into a big green monster but instead he doesn't survive the blast. What a lot of people don't know is that I was actually in the lab with him. I watched as he tested the machines to make sure there were no accidents or causalities. Everything seemed to be fine, until it wasn't. The machine malfunctioned and the gamma rays went out of control. Not only did my dad get hit but so did I. The effects weren't exactly the same obviously but they did the same job of giving the victims unnatural abilities. On my run I started to think more about the accident as tears streamed down my face and my feet started to feel like they were on fire since my body wanted to just give out and sulk. My mother chose to leave me, my father tried to leave me. What is it about me that repels people? Why doesn't anyone want me? _________________________________________ Started: 7/16/21 Finished: 7/10/22 DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters they belong to Stan Lee🕊️ and MarvelConcluida
Fawn ♡Alastor x Reader♡
"Radio Demon," I say while glaring harshly to the man across from me. "we have a deal." Just when you thought your life couldn't get any worse. You just had to go and make a deal with a demon who had claimed himself your friend. He even offered you a deal to get you out of your abusive household when you were younger. One you didn't take until you were actually out. But with every deal, there's a cost. One you didn't know would enslave you to the man you would dub a monster, even after he saved you. ❤️This story was made in 2022, it may not be accurate to the show, this Alastor is based on the one from the pilot❤️ __NOTES__ ⚠️THIS IS A STORY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES! 18+ ⚠️ ♡Reader at first will be a bit naive but will later become more feisty ♡Reader is female, she|her ♡Alastor will be called Radio for MANY chapters ♡Does not deal much with the Happy/Hazbin Hotel but will a bit later ♡abuse, cursing, smoking, drugs/alcohol, vulgar language/actions, sexual mentions ♡Since Al is ace there will be no sex, just fluff related stuff ♡Al will be slightly OC and slightly yandere ♥︎Art credit: @gpz666 on X/Twitter {I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR ARTS AT THE TOP OF THE CHAPTERS! I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND THE STORY!}Concluida
Awks. ✓
*** "*Sobs* I'm so happy to have a character that's exactly like me." - @TakenUsernameSoz. "This story is so normal that it's unique; a breath of fresh air! Gives us normal girls hope, hi hi!" - @LocalSlayer "This book is seriously my inspiration to not be afraid to show who I am." - @Who_Says_Duh "THAT IS SO ME!!!!! IS THIS SOME TYPE OF VOODOO, MAGICAL BOOK OR SOME SHIT?!?!" - @ThePanther10101. *** Let's face it, none of those cliché situations from movies between a guy and a girl ever happen in real life. I'm not going to end up accidentally bumping into my future husband in a café, spilling a latte over him. I'm not going to go up to some random stranger and ask him for directions and he'll become mesmerised by the colour of my eyes and fall in love with me. The window of my bedroom doesn't happen to be situated opposite to that of a 'bad boy neighbour'. I was daydreaming, again. Something I do on a daily basis. Nothing different, right? Well, let's just say I didn't snap out of my little 'trance' until I saw a guy waving frantically at me, smiling. Oh shit, he's hot. He probably thinks I was checking him out. Great, now he's coming over. Kill me. *** • Highest rankings: #1 in Modeling - #1 in Awkward - #3 in Humor.Concluida
Meri - Tumhari - Humari adhoori kahaani
Adhoori aas chhod ke, adhuri pyaas chhod ke jo roz yuhi jaaoge, to kis tarah nibhaaoge ki zindagi ki raah mein, jawaan dilon ki chaah mein kai makaam aayenge, jo humko aazmayenge All that 'she' yearns for is a happy family that could last a lifetime. She had one but that failed unexpectedly and miserably! Fate was her biggest enemy! Yet she accepted life as it came. She is a happy go lucky girl with loads of love filled heart for everyone. A very strong, bold, optimistic person. Stays alone in her own 2BHK flat, but it's a paradise for her! All that 'he' yearns for is a friend, guide, a companion for lifetime ! Does he really need one? No! His mind says so ... but heart yearns... He is popular actor cum business man whose life was filled with bundle of joys and happiness only. But a fateful incident/accident changes lives of many. So how are these heartfelt yearnings going be fulfilled?? Kya yeh adhoori kahaani poori hogi? Watch out ! My very first attempt as a writer. Never thought i could ever do this job in my life. But am so glad I could put in my thoughts. I hope I atleast Match 1% of what u guys are doing! Honestly there's no comparison. PS - this is purely fictional story of mine. No replica or resemblance to real characters. But may be the character names, incidents can be of resemblance as I prefer to be the story extremely natural. Do encourage this budding buddy of yours !Concluida
The Rest of Us
"Ten years ago today was the worst day of my life. On the 17th of November 2007, I lost my best friend in a hit-and-run car accident. It's been a hard ten years, living from day to day with an awful childhood tragedy at the back of my mind, but the years still crawl by agonisingly slowly. I say that, but when I think about Alice and what happened to her it barely seems like yesterday. My therapist seems to think that documenting everything I think and feel in this diary will finally help me get over her death-and who knows? Maybe he's right. Or maybe he's very wrong; in which case I suppose this diary could serve as some kind of "note"." This is really just me playing around with the diary format and exploring what would happen to the friends of someone who died young - how they would react and try to pick up their lives etc. When writing this, I picked a start date for the diary that seemed far away but it's soon crept up on me, so I had the idea of posting it on the actual dates stated in the book. I actually started writing it in 2016 but I've REALLY procrastinated with it. DISCLAIMER: this is a work of fiction. All events and characters herein are fictitious. Any relation to persons living and/or dead is completely coincidental. THEMES THAT MIGHT NEED TRIGGER WARNINGS ('cause you never know): Grief Car accidents Self-harm Substance abuse Mental health (As you can probably tell, I have no experience with this kind of thing, I''m not even sure what a trigger warning is supposed to look like. I originally planned to rate this mature but was recommended not to - if you think I should, feel free to message me.) Enough with my ramblings, on to the main event!Concluida
Restart (Markiplier Fanfic)
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You Won't Get Away Twice (Alastor x FemReader)
I had to get out of town and start new. I packed my things and went to Louisiana; my family wouldn't find me there. I found a job that helped me lay low and made a few friends. But my friend just HAD to set me up on that date. Alastor, that was his name. He seemed nice and genuine, such a gentleman. Until the god damn man tried to stab me! Luckily, I got away. Once Alastor died, I would be able to live the rest of my life in peace. It's not like I would see him again... #1 in Valentino - 8/23/2024 (I feel kind of guilty for this one!) #1 in CharlieMorningstar - 9/7/2024 #1 in ReaderStories - 9/22/2024 #1 in HazbinHotel - 10/1/2024 (I'm so stinking proud of this one! Thank you everyone!) #1 in AlastorFanFic - 10/12/2024 #1 in AlastorxReader - 10/12/2024 #1 in Charlie - 11/15/2024 #1 in Alastor - 12/3/2024 (Hell Yeah! Thank you everyone!) #1 in Demons - 1/21/2025 #1 in Husk - 4/16/2025 #1 in SirPentious - 4/16/2025 #1 in Demon - 11/15/2025 #1 in Vees - 11/15/2025Concluida
Someday - A Short Story
Life was dull, boring, and mechanical. I’ve always wondered if this would change. If something interesting will happen. I always hoped something interesting will happen. A falling meteor that would destroy half of town, an alien invasion, or even the Apocalypse. Anything, just to relieve me of this monotonous life I lead. “Urgh,” I groaned as I reached over to turn off the alarm clock that sounded like a hundred sirens in the early hours of dawn. The golden sun hasn’t come out to expel the surrounding darkness yet. I figured it would take an hour more or so for the sun to show its shining face, so I decided to eat breakfast and take a bath first. But little did I know that today was the day that my life would change. It was the day I met her. ---------- A short story. Hey guys! This is my first try writing a pure romance story. I hope you'll like it. :D This story will be rarely updated, since I'm busy with school and stuff. So, sorry in advance. ~Just Perfect EDIT: As of 03/29/14 (arranged in this order: dd/mm/yy), this story has deviated from its original "pure romance," into something worth delving deeper into. Quite interesting. And because of this... "something worth delving deeper into," I have decided to continue the story with a PART TWO! Though that will have to wait until after Exile. Or maybe when I get tired of Exile and hope to continue this again. But either way, there WILL be a part two for those who want more zoophilia. Cheers! 03/31/14 (again, in the dd/mm/yy order): Added a simple cover. Will be using this until I am able to draw a better image resembling both of the girl's forms. August 6, 2014: New cover. I like it.Concluida
Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!
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