Hopes Stories

🔔All book cover art featured is my own work🔔 🌟 Art alternates every couple of chapters🌟 🌟 Web serial || 80+ parts, each 7k-13k words per 🌟 🌟 HIGHLY canon divergent || New Murder Mysteries 🌟 🎶 Cross-posted on Ao3 🎶 ⚠️ If you're sensitive to depression, self-harm, gore, or sexual assault, you may want to read another book ⚠️ 🌷.｡*｡.. ♬ ♩✧♩🌷🃏🌷♩✧♩ ♬ ..｡*｡.🌷 "This rule will remain active throughout the Killing Game! For whoever manages to kill Prairie Marble...gets to graduate scot-free! No need to wait for a perfect moment, kill her whenever you like! Kill her in front of her friends and lovers! Bring your kids! Either way, there's NO class trial and NO punishment! Puhuhu~!" Among the 17 Ultimates, the protagonist Prairie Marble has no memories of her past, nor is she able to retain the memories of flashback lights. All she knows is that she has memories from when she first awakens from a locker within the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles. Something about her is just too odd to ignore, even for an Ultimate, and Monokuma wants to get to the bottom of it. Will Prairie be able to survive the killing game and protect her peers? Or will Monokuma entice murder and taint their hearts with despair? 🌻.｡*｡. ♬ ♩✧♩🌻 🎀 🌻♩✧♩ ♬ .｡*｡.🌻 A transcript made of the original Japanese text (translated to English) was used to help write some canon dialogue/events, but the highly divergent nature of this fic pulls away from it towards the Arc 3-4 point. Transcript translators: "Juicedup14" (Canon Prologue & Ch.1) on YouTube and "oumakokichi" (Canon Ch.2) on Tumblr. [This fic was first published on Nov 16, 2018]

What would happen if the Mikaelson's came back to Klaus's not one, but two daughters! This story takes place in season four of The Originals, where Hope appears to have a twin sister. This sister's the wonderful Melody, and even though she's just seven she has a terrible past and many secrets. Let's find them out, shall we!

a compilation of my short poems in twitter @iamliamia note: each page is inspired by random events of an ordinary life you are welcome to follow me and verify that these are my own words! haha enjoy :)

"a fallen blossom returning to the bough i thought but no a butterfly" poems & quotes by me © 2018

Original poetry. From panic attacks to love. From fairy tales to loneliness. This is me, in words, taken from my heart to the words on the screen before you. It may be terrible, it may be relatable. But it is me.

[COMPLETED] Hello there lovely people, welcome to my inspirational poetries! I hope everything I wrote here inspires you! These are the best inspirational poems I wrote before and I am happy to share it with you! original copy. Don't copy my ideas. Write your own! PLAGIARISM is a Crime!

This could be your own expression.

This is basically going to be exactly what the title says. Some will be poems while others will be whatever I'm thinking. It may also include some rants if I am unable to talk to anyone around me at the moment, I will try to let you know if I'm ranting before I start the chapter. (EDIT: I feel as if I should let you know that many of them can be depressing as that is what I was feeling when I was writing. If you are feeling depressed I encourage you to reach out and ask for help. You don't have to suffer alone even if you may feel that was. And if you feel like no one is willing to listen then tell me, I will listen.) This will not be updated on a regular basis. Please do not post hate comments, although constructive criticism is always welcome and encouraged. Don't forget to vote. TW: There are mentions of depression and anxiety in some of the later ones. There is one I marked separately because it gets particularly dark. I will be doing my best to mark any chapters with warnings that may apply. Thank you

This is a collection of letters I wrote until now to admit things to myself, to document unexpressed feelings, to say goodbye, to praise, and to begin anew. These letters helped reach zero and also helped me make things more real, build conclusions, and strengthen arguments. These letter were instantaneous, needy, and most of all, unspoken parts of me.

Gracie is alone in the world with no one to turn to and one blossoming hope left. Will she chase her hopes and dreams, or will she turn her back on everything she has ever wished for and everything comes crashing down around her? Keep reading to find out what really happened to the Unknown Orphan...

Six words can tell a story, If presented strong enough. Extraordinary, anxious, joyful, or zany- They all have a voice singing, Calling out to those it speaks to... In just s i x words.

Bucket Lists from various people on this site! :) Confession/Rants/Good reads and some cool people to know :) Want to be featured PM me!

Poems concerning the fears and hopes surrounding the Coronavirus. ---------------------- Note: Some of the poems are Mukei Poems - A Self invented poetry form using the 5/7/5 Syllable Pattern Formula - similar to Haiku and Senryu. The word Mukei is Japanese for Abstract / Intangible.

This is the final set of poems for The Numero Lexicon trilogy. Book 3. First '26 Letters' then '24 Hours', now this awaits thee. Now, you may proceed. All Rights Reserved 2015 Dawn Wesson (Of course I wrote the description ;) ) Well, DON'T JUDGE MY CHOICES WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING MY REASONS. 22 at that.

Kang Heejin is a normal girl who had to move from Busan to Seoul after her mother got a new job there. Her parents divorced when she was 8. So she only lived with her mother. When she went to school she made lots of friends and became popular easier. Little did she knew that the person she fell for was the most popular boy in school which was also the biggest bully and playboy. Started: 27/12/2017

Story of a little boy in hope of happiness

WHAT I FELL IS HAPPINESS, SADNESS, FEAR AND SO MUCH MORE. I SHARE IT WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD BECAUSE I WANT TO. I AM JUST THINKING OUT LOUD

Grief is an empty feeling. Sometimes you can't even feel it. You just feel... dead inside. You can't breathe. You can't see. You can't think. The pain... it's just too much. Sometimes you just sit in class and cry. You don't realize why, until you realize you were thinking about them. Well. I wrote this for you. You who feel the same grief that I do. They don't even have to be dead. They're just missing. And you can feel the difference in your heart, you thoughts, your mind. It's hard to get over something when there's nothing to come back to. This is a tribute to anyone who has ever felt grief. This is a tribute to everyone who has left. And mostly, this is a tribute to the inspiration of my grief.

This is a book full with the top best 50 quotes of all time, for all you quote lovers and those who just enjoy the read! It's bound to make you smile. keep smiling very body! :)