Mementomori Stories

Autorem jestem i pije wodę w kieliszku mającą imitować mi wódę i chyba się nią upiłam. Moje życie nie ma tak bardzo sensu, więc pijana wodą zapraszam do przeczytania też zacnej książki- w końcu, i tak wszyscy zdechniemy jak te stare,wychudzone,bezpańskie psy. No chyba ,że znikniesz, cóż... bywa. Zadecyduj o tym sam.

When nine friends are trapped at a remote mountain retreat and things quickly turn sinister, they start to suspect they aren't alone. Gripped by fear and with tensions running higher than ever before, they are forced to make decisions that could mean life, or death, for anyone involved. ** This book is a raw and unedited first draft! **

This is a poem based on the latin phrase 'Memento Mori'

This is based off of the Annus Unus arg located at @annus_unus1 at Twitter.com

❝ 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵, 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 !! ❞ + fiction, fanfic. partly based off Unus Annus (by mark & ethan). ⓒ luvlymcu ('20) 🥢 ON GOING

I came up with this single idea during the Live Stream so here you go.

y/n is in LA growing her youtube channel. she befriends her long time hero markiplier and he introduces her to his friend, ethan. she can't help but fall head over heels for him and so does he. like i want to add hella drama but also idk what i would add ya know. on hold because of writers block and i'm working on a new story that's not a fanfic

Just some short stories I've written for feedback

Just some screen shots I got from some of their vids Memento mori

CLOSED ‼️ 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔

What are you fighting for? The inevitable death awaits for the ones who sin.

Memento Mori: a reminder of the inevitability of death Ajax Avery is dead. He died in the second Titan war. So how is he alive again? He didn't get to live as his true self, now he has a second chance, to live, love and prove himself. But they all know where it ends. No matter what they do, the finish line remains the same- death. He made a deal with the devil and he'll have to honor it. *Language warning*

A memento mori poem.

a tribute to Unus Annus

𝘌𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘌𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘌𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘌𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, a bond starts forming.

Dear Reader, I'm sorry to say that this story you are about to read is upsetting and vividing at the same time. It tells the tale of a set of teenagers studying in the Prufrock Preparatory School and taking part in the Drama Club and also a new secret organization. This narrative took place years before the Quagmires and Baudelaires attended the school, being taunted by Coach Genghis and Carmelita Spats. At the time this story takes place, the school ws more pleasant, but the tale is unpleasant nevertheless. It is my duty to write down this story, but there is nothing stopping you from shutting off your phone or laptop and do something happy and fun. Due to security reasons, I am still unable to disclose my name or location, but please believe me when I say this tale is real and accurate. With all due respect, N.

Levi, someone who's always felt worthless his whole life, was determined to die that night, but Seth, a seemingly psychopathic billionaire, was more determined to take him home...to live with him for fifty days with everything anyone can ever dream of. But there's always a catch in something good. ******** "Live with me for fifty days, Levi. You can put off your death for fifty more days, live in this huge mansion with everything you can ever dream of however you want to. You can continue living your damned life or continue ending your damned life afterward; I won't care. Either way, you'll die at the end. Isn't that what you wanted?" He could hear her from last night. Her voice, serene, convincing, and promising, ringing in his head like church bells again, obnoxiously truthful and tempting. Then he thought, what is heaven before hell? "If you're doing this to change my mind about dying during those fifty days, don't waste your time. Nothing's ever going to change my mind." He spoke in fake bravery. She looked amused, the ends of her lips curving upward. "Don't worry. I don't plan on changing my mind either." That seemed like a relief, but something inside of him doesn't feel like it. "What do I have to do during those fifty days?" because there's always a catch in something good. "Oh, not much, but we can do everything. And we'll start with stealing a car." ******** HERR DANIEL. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ******** a story made by my lack of purpose and boredom. photo references: book cover: https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/06/05/23/34F3A89B00000578-0-image-m-4_1465165362131.jpg divider: https://images.genius.com/daf4a7aa5743cfe9ec3d2682b6bab4fd.1000x1000x1.jpg

The werewolf is shedding, again

A short story written for a fiction class that I would like to share with others. Dislike it, appreciate it, it is here to be read. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.

A faint ticking. You hear it wherever you go. As if there is no end. Is there an escape, or is it just an endless cycle of mystery. Only time will tell if there is a way out..... You'll find things you would never imagine would happen. Brave the mystery and figure out how to stop everything, and bring it to the way it once was. There will be obstacles at every turn. REDACTED will not rest until they do what they've come to do. You are just a pawn in its plans. Or are you? 11/14/2023 - Come back