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My school project thing

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Made this with the help of my group(I did most of the work but I can't blame them, English wasn't their first language) but I felt somewhat proud enough of it that I wanted to share it, though its not a fully written story but just like a short story, it was still fun to do honestly, hope its fun for you to read too!

Ps:if the part looks short that means it was made by my group and I just revised it a little, they needed some points after all.
Ps2: https://lilaeleaf.tumblr.com/ is where that art came from and is the physical manifestation of my feelingsAll Rights Reserved

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The Contract by MyWeekendIs_Booked

Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

The 2 homophobs in love.. by Hiroshikoni

WATCH OUT THIS IS CRINGE. I made this with my friend during french class. it's about 2 homophobic classmates. THESE ARE NOT THE REAL NAMES OF OUR CLASSMATES. enjoy :) btw this is my first work and english isn't my first language. Mature because I want to stay safe Completed on: 21/01/2022 (dunno if that's how you do it in english)

Don't Close Your Eyes by CandiceRisingSun

Fiction piece based off a girl struggling with a new found gift of premonitions, if you think you have a fun idea to contribute email me candicerisingsun@icloud.com, I'll add your parts and name to it. I'd like to see how far others could help this🖤

Silver Umbrellas by BookBird1497

"We... We all thought you two were..." Cover your heads, grab your umbrella, and don't stay out after dark. The world isn't how we remember it to be. Follow along as our cast of characters is forced to navigate a deadly everyday maze of monsters, dehydration, and malice just to stay alive long enough to seize their only chance to go home. ----------------------------------- Hello~ This is a short story and an AU that could also function as future events after "Homeless." Rated PG-13 just in case, but it's not too intense to handle (at least, early on. Later, maybe it will get more intense). PLEASE NOTE THAT I SAID "COULD ALSO FUNCTION," NOT "SEQUEL TO HOMELESS." DON'T GET CONFUSED. Basically, this is an attempt at me being both poetic and angsty with my surroundings. I hope you enjoy it! There will probably be slower updates than I used to have, so please just bear with me. And I drew that cover, yo. I'm so freaking proud of it, you have no idea.

Someday - A Short Story by HowlEngel

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.

Crushed Underneath the Surface by Michelle_90210

For years, I've been writing in silence, creating worlds, characters, and stories that lived only in the margins of my notebooks and tucked-away folders on my computer. Writing has always been my escape, something I've done for myself-a way to step out of reality for a moment and breathe through the lives of the people I've imagined. I've written and rewritten countless stories, always hesitant to share them, never quite confident enough to let anyone else peek into the depths of my mind. It's always felt like just a hobby, something personal, something safe. But deep down, I've carried a quiet dream of becoming a writer, even though it felt a little foolish to hope for something so big. Now, after pouring myself into this story for what feels like a lifetime, I've finally done it-I've uploaded all my chapters to Wattpad, sharing this piece of me with the world. I know I still have so much to learn, and I'm always striving to get better, but I would truly appreciate any feedback-good, constructive criticism that can help me grow. This is just the beginning, but it feels like a huge step forward. Thank you for taking a chance on this book. Whatever brought you here, whether it was curiosity, a recommendation, or just a moment of wandering, I am truly grateful.

DO YOU REMEMBER ME? (Completed) by skylight_blue

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State of Mind by knherzner

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The Contract

Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)