Supercharged Stories

"Vacation From Hell" is a story about a 16 year old girl named Mercy who has always wanted to leave her home town to explore the world. She finally gets that opportunity when her parents take her on a summer vacation to the island of Jamaica. All seems to be going well but she quickly realizes how soon things can change when life throws a curve ball (or two) at her. Read to find out what happens. *** This is my first story on here please read and give your input*** Like Comment Follow Vote © All Rights Reserved

This story is a part of The wattpad 50,000 words writing challenge #JustWriteIt #SuperCharged

Alissa wanted to get her papa John. John went out to work. His work place was in the woods. One day Alissa's papa doesn't come back. What will happen to Alissa and her mama?

Have you ever met someone - no matter for how brief a time - who has made you question everything you have ever known you wanted? Someone who simply burst into your life, did their merry dance, and left before you could even comprehend the enormity of the moment? Have you ever felt such a deep connection to someone which you can't begin to understand because you're both from such different worlds that there's no possible way for anything in your lives to relate? I'm guessing not. But that's what Aaron was for me. He was the brilliant burst of a light bulb shattering, a single moment of greatness that left me in the dark with nothing but the faint dance of the light behind my eyelids. My entire life I'd had this idea that I'd get my degree, finish university, have a job until I was about twenty-eight then get married and have kids and live happily ever after. Then the night that I met Him happened and pretty much everything changed. All I knew was thrown to the wind and He Himself was gone just as quickly. Until He wasn't.

Love. It's difficult to understand, to predict, to do. You can't control who you fall for, or when you realise you're in love with them. But the moment you do, you've given them the ability to betray you, to hurt you, to break you. My name is Sarah Brooks, and this is my story.

This flower is so special to Kara. She loves it so much. When a hurricane comes, she will risk her life for that flower to live.

This is going to have multiple chapters and it is for the JustWriteIt challenge for November. Enjoy!

Riley is forced to move to England because her parents are going on some trip and they want her to go to a boarding school. But when she goes there she finds friends and even a boyfriend. The story unravels as she finds out that boyfriend isn't so good and suffers a heartbreak that makes her want to leave.

Two slaves fall in love. One slave makes a journey with all odds against him, to save that love. To save their freedom. To save the entire universe. The year is 2089, Seventy- Four years after the invention of Intergalactic Space Travel. A young man by the name of Zae has lost his family, his home, and his freedom. He is a slave on a small planet located within the Vaxumm System. The New World Government (NWG) is the head power of the universe and who is captivating him and so many others in slavery. The people put into slavery are ordered to have their memories wiped by the NWG, resulting in the slaves having internal conflict with who they are and what is right. They have lost the will to fight because slavery is all they know, except Zae. Zae remembers everything and he still has a lot of fight in him. Especially after he meets Beth, a fellow slave who inspires Zae to change the course of his life ... forever. (Picture used for book cover was found on Google and I claim no rights to the picture, I repeat it is NOT my picture. I will repeat a once more, I DO NOT claim the rights to this picture, therefore nobody shall sue me) Thank You, please enjoy my book as I write it.

(Blurb Will be Up After First Draft is Done) Everything is in first draft so it might not make sense, etc. I'll be going from one chapter to another. (I won't mess up the story if I don't fully finish a chapter, etc.) ~~~ There will be words repeated like.... Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. There will be scenes added or more description added where the repeated words are but won't be in until first draft is done (whether it get to 50k words or not in the first draft.)

Where Underground Princes was about the rulers of the realm, sometimes a story about the peasants can be just as enticing.

On here will have a lot of characters so stay count

We follow the adventures of a team of misfit heroes in their path to save The World from ancient threats, gods, demons, aliens, powerful beings and even themselves. Are they the perfect ones for the job? Or will everything end in utter chaos?

WARNING: Mild drug references. -Troublemaker (Noun)- 1. A person who habitually causes problems and/or dysfunction. Even unintentionally. Synonyms: agitator, ringleader, incendiary, Kaylynn Brookwell. After enrolling at a new school in the countryside, Kaylynn is confident she can finish the remainder of her Senior years by starting afresh where nobody knows her name - or her past. With a few good friends by her side and an overly-interested school bad boy - 19 year old Darren Masters secretly bidding for her attention, things are looking up for Kaylynn. Unfortunately, trouble just seems to have a way of always finding her. This time in the form of a few worryingly biased staff faculty members and queen bee Abigail Mitchell all watching over her shoulder. Can Kaylynn escape her shady past and finish high school without being known only as a troublemaker? One thing is for sure, if trouble was a girl - that girl would be Kaylynn Brookwell. New chapters and updates regularly! Comments, Follows, Votes and Reviews very welcome.

"You're lucky." he exclaimed. I glanced over his hazel eyes, they were shaded with sorrow and misfortune. "You're not stuck as a painting." he said. My eyes scanned over his face. His pearly white teeth were on display as he talked. His eyes were curtained by his thick black eyelashes. I read his name tag 'The Talking Painting'. "Not really, you're stuck in those four walls of the frame, while I'm stuck in the four walls of this building. It's not that different." I looked at his outstretched hand, was he worth the chance. Well it was my only way out of here, here goes nothing. I reached into the painting and I took his hand in mine. Hopefully this won't become a mistake.

Ella era Hope. Él era Mason. Ella, no creía en nadie. Él, creía en ella. Ella, quería huir. Él, quería huir con ella. ·······