Forgetful Stories

Being the "odd one out" of the tokito twins was an handful. Instead of carrying the teal eyes/tips, you carried the red eyes and the jet black hair like your father has. "Don't you think we should become swordsmen? We can be able to protect humans that the protection that they need-" "Just shut up about it! We're gonna end up being used! We aren't talking about this again! Got that?!" "Yuichiro... do you think your being a bit mean about this-" "Shut up y/n! I'm trying to protect this family! We only have each other! You both are stupid enough to even think this! Now hurry up and get dinner ready." But ever since that night... everything changed...

ACTIVELY WRITING AGAIN!! Hello! This is my second book pog. Requests are appreciated. I hope you enjoy Please do not read if you are triggered by: • Themes of depression • Self harm • Manipulation • Possesion • Blood/torture • Panic attacks I will add triggers at the beginnings of chapters but these are just the main ones. *~ Disclaimer ~* This is only Ranboos character and requests so do not think this is based off of real life events/ things Ranboo has said. This is specifically for the readers entertainment. Date started: 3/8/21 10k- 9-2-21 20k- ??????

'My imagination is only an open door in my dreams... It's an endless foreshadow, but I'm always eager for what my resting state of mind brings me.' Hope you enjoy :) This will be a full book- rather than a short story this time. Be patient with me- I'm going to be updating this weekly- on Fridays, 8:30 PM. (CST)

When the air headed young hero-in-training, Y/N, meets class 1A, will she again small memories in fuzzy fragments? Will a certain birb boi be the main man? I dunno I suck at intros

"W-where am I..?" A story of forgetting A story of lamb A story of wondering A story of questions

Descriptions of what goes through my mind every time I sit myself down in front of my computer and brainstorm. Brainstorming ideas to write a story with isn't easy. For me, at least. Some people probably can relate to these. Or most likely not. Side note: I took about half an hour to think of a "brilliant" idea like this. Also, you may have noticed: I used a preset-cover for this. Just to emphasize my uncreativity a little more. "A story of a person writing a story, written by the same person." There is nothing valuable to be learnt reading this journal. You are merely wasting your time if you are here tp seek advice for quenching non-creativity.

Originally a performance piece. Amusing poem the details my struggles with memory and attention. Bold, italics, and underline were personal notes for how to deliver the performance, I left them in hopes to give an idea of the rhythm and direction of my original performance.

Hai guys back,so sad we broke up

Izuku midoriya is a kid down on his luck, from being diagnosed quirkless, losing his best friend, his notebooks being damaged time and time again. He doesn't reach his breaking point, he doesn't feel the tension in the back of his mind. He's just a quirkless kid with no hopes or issues. Inko isn't very helpful, crying here and there, clearly tired of all these issues. ... He goes out one day, to the mall, or a street, anywhere with a hero fight, writing down numbly in his journal, eyes focused on the hero, evaluating their stats like some video game. He barely notices when he's being dragged away, no one noticing his disappearance. Yes, another mha fic. This one experimenting with my own little idea after seeing some plots of other stories, yes, by penguin, and yes, I'll be using to somewhat influence my ao3.

I forgot my password

To stay a devil you only need rage. To become and angel you have to be brave

What would you do if a stranger comes into your life as if they've always been there and everyone but you agrees ? I wrote this in 7th grade so please don't judge...but if you do... I understand. This story kinda sucks.

Bleh. Cool ideas of books I wanna write, but too lazy to actually do it. I write them down in case I stop being lazy.

❝ you forgot your gloves. ❞ + in which a girl is extremely forgetful. she never had the memory for anything. she doesn't even have enough storage for her crush's preferences. + start: two years ago [25.10.2018] end: never. [28.11.2018] © all rights reserved.

Picture this; It's pre-Black Parade era and Mikey Way has just been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimerz. There's no hope to regain his memory and he has six months to live. What does he do? He writes letters. Letters to his brother and his friends, an attempt to redeem some of his many regrets that he has had over the years.

We all know the cliché dramas that shows a guy helping out a girl who has no umbrella. Meet Adelina Hills. She has a few traits that make her, her. She's a : Self-proclaimed Drama and love expert. Except, her 'love' predictions are always ninety out of one hundred percent wrong. Sassy and has a tom-boyish personality plus a strong-headed one. Loves being dramatic and never bothers about anything else except food. After ditching her job interview, she decides to walk to the nearest mini-Mart to buy some things. Now meet Kevin Hilton. He's a: Bad boy and also Forgetful. He's also The youngest ever CEO of a company. He's an extremely annoying Fuckboy. He loves going around having one night stands and breaking hearts. One day after he dumped an one night stand in the hotel, he unfortunately got caught in the rain. And just so happens that Adelina Passes by him. What happened, exactly, if Kevin suddenly decides to stop his ways?

After barley escaping with her life from being in the wrong place at the wrong time, a young girl finds herself in the hospital with nothing but nurses word on how she got there. Now, left with a fake name, no memories or family and nothing but a picture of a man she cannot remember in her pocket she finds her way back to the hotel that she was told were the ones who saved her life, looking for answers about what she cannot remember. After convincing the manager that she was in dire need of employment she get a job at the Aldviolet Hotel, she begins to realize why she was so drawn to the hotel... because of the memories and secrets that were fighting to fly free of the walls.

"Why are you crying, little human?" Alaric trailed his finger over the marks his sharp teeth had left on her perfectly golden skin. "Did I hurt you?" Amelia shivered and leaned into him, forgetting her previous attempt at defiance. She blinked her hazel eyes up at him, lazily reaching up to wipe the tears off her moist eyelashes. "Don't cry, Amelia," He wrapped a tattooed hand around her lean throat and gently pushed it back so she was forced to meet his inhumanly pretty eyes. "I won't bite you anymore. Not until you ask me." "Do you promise?" "Yes. I promise." Where a clumsy and sheltered human ends up catching a demon's eye.