Imsosorry Stories

On all Hallows eve, in a town called Whisper Creek, a group of local students hold a Halloween party in the creepy old mansion on top of the hill, despite the legends surrounding it warning them to never enter. When the party ends at midnight, and the students who entered leave, they might not come out the same.

I'm fine:3

Logan and Patton met together for the firsf time at a park near their home. But... Logan is a bit... Harsh... Would they be perfect for together?... Also, they are not sides of Thomas anymore. English is not my 1st language and this is a first time I'm writing a Fiction in English. So, I'm sorry if there are a lot of errors in my fic. Just a warning before reading this. Thank you!

War would never be easy. That was a given. But the people who stand in the middle of it all face challenges that no man could imagine. Everyday is another struggle, another day of drifting away from a perceived truth. Everyday, whether it be a battle between soldiers or a battle between morals, is another conflict having to be faced. (A modern Hamilton AU during the war) (I also post this on my AO3 account of the same name, so don't freak out if you see it there!)

Dear victim, I ended your life. But who cares.

This is what my life has come to and I am deeply sorry for these Thanks aviators.alley on Instagram for the image cover

we're normal people i swear https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0XVJGwrOVxKC7ucwn7xqa7?si=97314eabc5e84d4f ^^^ spotify playlist we made for them lol sorry there might be a few curse words

I'm serry

This story wasn't planned. Nothing about this world should exist. It's in my imagination, not yours. I'm only sharing my thoughts with you. But is it real? Are we real? Is he real? He feels real. I can feel his presence deep underneath my skin. Poison that runs through my veins, and it burns. His touch lights my skin on fire in a way I never thought possible, but it's real. He is real. I'd let the poison flow through my veins and suffocate me. I would let it flow until my organs failed and I choked on my own blood. I'd let him flow through my blood until every last drop was consumed with him. I want to be consumed by him. I want to be in his skin, wearing it like a jacket. Maybe that's too much. Maybe that's why this story isn't real. Maybe this story wasn't planned. But I plan to root myself so deep in his heart he'll never forget my name. "Izuku"

A series of the thoughts I have about the gang from last legacy. If it's my own opinion or a one-shot I thought of I'll put it here I've never written anything before and I complain that I never see anything about last legacy so here. ~gender neutral if I do x readers~ *WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS Let's see what I end up doing with this

George swears he knows his best friend by heart. He knows when he is online, what his favorite songs are, what games he likes to play, and what he looks li- Okay so maybe he doesn't know EVERYTHING. At least not knowing what Dream looks like, his real name, heck even where he lives doesn't bother George. He seems to look past all Dreams flaws. Lovesick, am I right? But come to think of it, he wouldn't know Dream if he saw him in person?... Would he? Georges parents decide they are going to make a change for Georges last year in high school. Being uprooted all the way to America wasn't Georges first choice, but there are some good things. Florida is hot but a boy George sees is probably just a bit hotter. What's his name? Clay? I think that's what it was... After meeting that boy George has to try to make the hard decision between Dream and Clay, not knowing they are actually the same person. His friends Karl and Sapnap really aren't any help in that field. Damn communication issues lmao I could never, its not like I'm writing this because I'm stressed about my own life issues. Pffffttt couldn't be me.. I'm really bad with grammar and this isnt edited over by anyone but me. This also happens to be my first real fic so be patient with me. I hope the writing gets better as time goes along. Also dont be a silent reader, leave comments and ill prob even reply! :D TW AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTERS THAT HAVE THEM I do not claim any of the art used in this book, credit to the original artists Both Dream and George have said they are okay with being shipped and so here I am but, if at any point that changes this will be taken down/deleted. Respect peoples boundaries and don't make it weird yall-

Jem, a young fifteen year old highschool student in Maycomb Alabama, meets an old friend who his dad shot due to rabies. Unfortunately, the friend is back and out for revenge against Atticus Finch. Calpurnia doesn't approve because she is mentally sane. What will happen in this steamy story you may ask? I-I don't know. It just goes its own path. I am sorry for this. I have sinned

PLEASE STOP READING I'LL REWRITE IT LATER

Yes, its what the title says. Platonic LucKae venting with a bit of comfort. And of course, I'll add a TW or NSFW so that you can leave if your sensitive to that topic or anything like that. The story is mainly focused on Kaeya, but some of it will be focused on Diluc and some of Knights of Favonius along with the Drunken Bard and Rosaria.

mental illness 👍

👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 The spiciest and dankest Kidding

the amrev just became so much more boobier

Ｙｏｕ ｓｏｍｅｈｏｗ ｍａｎａｇｅｄ ｔｏ ｇｏ ｂａｃｋ ｉｎ ｔｉｍｅ, ａｎｄ ｏｂｓｅｒｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｖｉｌｌａｉｎ ｄａｂｉ'ｓ ｐａｓｔ. Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｗｉｓｈ ｔｏ ｕｎｌｏｃｋ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ? [ YᎬᏚ ] √ [ NᎾ ] Ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ ｃｈｏｓｅｎ "ｙｅｓ". ... ᒪOᗩᗪIᑎG.... "I ᕼOᑭE YOᑌ ᗷᖇOᑌGᕼT ᗩ ᒪIGᕼT... IT'ᔕ ᗪᗩᖇK Iᑎ TᕼEᖇE."

Lol This is just a joke don't kill me °v° I am doing this for fun because yes. E 1: Daz 2: Taking suggestions so you can give meh some so I can get ✨ideas✨

Oneshots and imagines, because I found an old book of mine on an old account and wanted to see if I still had the sPaRk Of WrItInG within me hehe Either way, have fun I guess??? Idk