Keeping Stories

An injured boy wakes up to find that he can't remember much of anything. The only thing he remembers... the time. A Time Weaver's responsibilities are almost endless- from protecting people of all time settings, to seeing the future, to re-examining the past. This being said, a Time Weaver relies on his/her memories. Not just any memories, but the memories of the Time Weavers before them. What will happen when a young Time Weaver's memories go missing? Will the evil Lord Of Shadows (a.k.a Salis) finally gain complete control over all time? Or will true love and friendship pull through?

*warning I will use cuss words and sexual language* Zachary and Ariel have sex but what happened when 5quad finds out?

Secrets can be a tricky thing to manage. For Dylan Fletcher, nobody knows every part of what makes him himself, except for one person. The only problem is that she's dead and he's the only one that knows she hasn't quite left this world yet. Talking to ghosts, hiding a prosthetic leg, and having a boyfriend when he's not out of the closet yet, Dylan has a lot secrets to manage. But when the ghosts go missing - hunted down like wild animals - those secrets might just end up unraveling as he searches for the truth. And maybe he's not the only one keeping secrets either... *Completed*

just deep thoughts I come up.Some poetry, influence with short sentences.

If you ever got tired of being used, cheated on, lied to, you know who to go to. If there’s one thing we’ve all learnt over the years is that the so called ‘bad boy’ or ‘play boy’ never really reforms for a girl. He’s dated girls before you and he’ll definitely date girls after you (unless he turns gay, which is a whole different situation all together). Hell, if you’re particularly unlucky, he might even date girls with you. A leopard can, after all, never change it’s spots. This is where I come in. When ambitious and aspiring journalist Rebecca Kyle gets to revenge, numerous shits are about to hit numerous fans. You can’t find me in the Yellow Pages, you can’t find me on the Internet. But you can find me being karma’s official representative on earth. You give me his name, I give you his heart. (Preferably on a stick, but we’ll talk about that later).

Two strangers are thrown together under rather chilly circumstances and find unexpected warmth. Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction. All characters appearing in it are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This is a BBC Sherlock fan-fic, so of course, all rights reserved to the BBC and the producers of the Sherlock series. Three years after the death of the great Sherlock Holmes, both men are learning to continue along their separate paths- alone. Still recovering from the loss of his friend, John Watson's life has become a broken record. The same things happening day in, day out. Little did he know that his old life was about to catch up to him, and he would be dragged back into a life of fear, anger and pain. ...And excitement, that too. However, Sherlock's persistence to destroy Moriarty's name has lead him to a discovery which could put him and his friends in more danger than he thought possible. Two men, two mysteries. Neither aware of the others trials, but both will co-inside as the truth is revealed, and the challenge really begins. Though the ever increasing difficulties are piling up, the question is, will they be able to Keep the Strength to Fight? ...Well of course they can, I wouldn't write a book if they couldn't! Enjoy!