Run Stories

Posts from my tumblr that includes au ideas, x reader stuff, and cookie run ships I like

_______ The Joker's Card _______ "We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the game." - Randy Pausch _______ Have you ever held a deck of cards in your hands? Or watched someone shuffle them, knowing every card holds a different value and purpose? Cards are divided into four symbols: the clubs, the diamonds, the hearts, and the spades. Which are also divided into thirteen decks of cards: the ace, the numbers 1-10, the jack, the queen, the king... and then there's the joker, the wild card in the game, the one that follows no rules and changes everything. But this is no ordinary game. We aren't playing for money, or points, or bragging rights. This is a game of life and death, and every card in the deck is a living, breathing person, with a role they must fulfill to survive. Beneath every face is a secret. Behind every step is a mystery. Trust nothing. Every smile may be a snare. Every ally could be your end of playing. Ready to play? Come on, let the game begin. _______

Here i will post random shit. thats it. lol.

In a world where werewolves rule and humans are forced to survive in forgotten districts, Ferial has learned to keep her head down and her hopes small. But when whispers spread of a powerful heir visiting the human zones, the fragile balance of her life begins to shift. What starts as curiosity soon becomes the beginning of something neither human nor wolf could have foreseen.

A swapped au of the 2nd Dec war

After a year leaving the tragic love triangle he had, seungmin was returning to Korea as a new persona. The feelings he held for the two men buried underneath his romance with his boyfriend... Of course, with no surprise, Jisung and Minho are the first to know seungmin's return. With a twisted plan to get what is theirs back, they begin to target seungmin's boyfriend... Will this obsession of love be formed into place? Will seungmin be able to return the love Jisung and Minho have for him? Can this obsession love bloom into something more...stable and loving?

On the night of the harvest moon the Crimson Maire Pack was destroyed by the rivalling Cerulean Mist. Or atleast that's what was believed until Damen, the new leader of the Cerulean Pack discovers a well kept secret, a little girl born and hidden. Maia grew up with not many friends but her dog Ryder and nothing to distinguish as memories. Her life exists in the woods were nothing is as the outside world portrays it, but something's wrong, the times are changing and nature itself demands that the Crimson Maire be set to rule once more. This doesn't sit well with anyone from the Cerulean Mist and now they will stop at nothing to get rid of her, the only survivor. There's just one problem, she happens to be the mate of the very head that they must try to please and he himself knows it. Damen knows that his obligations are to his pack but what about his heart?

I felt so dizzy... everything was blurry. They throw me in. "Aahh sh*t" I screamed and held my arm and back. "It's a girl" a boy said. "A girl? That can't" someone else said. "What's you're name?" he asked. I shook my head that I don't know it. I don't remember anything. "She lost her memories to" he said. "Marcus!" I said and then close my eyes again...

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐭-𝐞𝐝! ❞ Perfectionkit was born to Deputybutt and Perfectionmom, along with her stupid horrible bland littermates, Whokit and Careskit, but she is better than them. Obviously. Why, you ask? Because she is made of rainbow disco glitter. Nuf said.

Sherlock Fanfic Lillie Scott is a name you won't soon forget. When faced with a problem, the answer is never obvious. When Lillie's mother gets killed, Lillie is thrust from hiding and right onto Moriarty's radar. Her mother had something he wants and now, she has it. Lillie's only sixteen and being on the run without help is more difficult than it sounds. Believe me, best-selling books got it all wrong. Now she'll have to enlist the help of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson if she hopes to resolve the situation. But can she trust them to help her, even with as big a secret as she's got?

Evie, a young black fox, could hardly escape this insane and idiotic hunter. Even as the sun was setting, she could still see the gun in his hands as if it were a glowing beacon of death. Just simply the sight of a weapon such as this one was enough to make her panic. It made her want to run faster, but her energy level was dwindling down rather quickly. She could feel the wind that was blowing through her black fur begin to lessen as she slowed down. Her little furry feet couldn’t move much faster.

This is a collection of my poems. None of them are arranged in any particular order, but the dates are recorded, so I would advice considering my age when I wrote these. Enjoy! =D

'You'd like to think you are sure of yourself. You know who you are, what you like, your interests and your dislikes. Your identity is more than just what it says it is. It's your token to life and acceptance in some cases. And then that's taken away from you too." When Hannah is abducted one day walking home from school her whole life changes. Everything she once knew disappeared and she lives a lie for people who can easily dispose of her if they wanted to. An unusual interest takes over though and her tangled web of lies starts to fade and become a mess. She says she doesn't have a choice. Do any of us have a choice?

Rosie Ballwood is just another teen making the wrong decisions and heading down a slippery slope. She got in with the wrong crowd and never could find a way out. But is Rosie even looking for a way out, or is her way out looking for her? What Rosie doesn't know is that her older sister will be the one to try and save her from herself. Did I mention her sister has been dead for sixteen years? Serena Ballwood didn't leave her younger sister with nothing, though. Will Rosie use her sister's gift to dig herself out of the hole she's in, or will she leave her sister in the past? Follow Rosie as she unravels the truth about her sister and encounters betrayal, love, and surprises at every corner along the way.

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I was taken from my home. I'm lost. I can't find my way back home without help. There's nothing I can do. I've lost all hope until a orange haired boy saves my life. His gang takes me in, they're so kind. But are their intentions pure? I guess I'll have to find out.

This story is about a girl named Olivia who attempts running away one night but surrenders and goes back home. But instead of embracing her dad when she gets home, she finds her house burnt down. She is then accused of killing her father in the fire. She is now on the run, homeless. She then meets people who bring trouble, redemption and in the end Olivia has a choice to leave, stay or tell her family after all of this---"it's me again."

A corporate man , happy , married for nine months now comes home to find his wife gone , missing , no trace of her , with her less than few clothes still hanging in their shared room , her warmth intact to the made up bed. She might have gone to the nearby Mandir only but evening came and night fell with no traces of her around. His elders , parents and sisters and some more amily member gathered to celebrate the upcoming Vasant Panchami , came home without the vride of the house. Where did she go ? He tried finding her , her phone on the study table of their room. He searched around , in their locality , in the streets , called her family. BUT no trace of her. Where did Chaya go ? That was the question. people whispered but he didn't pay any heed. A complaint was filed at the dawn of the next day. Some said she ran away with her lover and some never saw her. A child in the neighbourhood saw her going out in the evening , that was three days ago , the day he went for Banglore for some work . His parents were at their village home . He had to be gone for a week , gis parents weren't coming back any soon but they came , he came back early only to find locked doors. A charged phone and a woman missing. Where is she ? Sarthak thought. He was not worried for his wife as he should but we worey about the person we care and in their nine months of marriage the only thing he cared about was getting away from her ? Question is where was she ? Question is he felt nothing , but a diary lazily laid on his study table told stories? Stories he never cared about. Who writes even in this age ? But he flipped the pages anyways !

Danielle "Danny" awakens in a rusty elevator with no memory of who she is, only to learn she has been delivered to the middle of an intricate maze, called The Glade. And the only other people that seem to inhabit The Glade, are all but boys. All with their memories wiped and who have been trying to find their way out of the ever - changing maze. Despite the maze being riddled with traps and menacing creatures called Grievers, being the only girl isn't easy, for the Grievers may not be the only enemy. That is until she meets, Newt. *I do not own the cover. All characters, plots and settings are owned by James Dashner. I only own Danielle "Danny"*