Notawriter Stories

This is a personal, soft, cheesy, fluff filled, short romance story. I made it up in my head while listening to a compilation of romantic songs for hopeless romantics whilst doing my schoolwork then wrote it down in the comments and pasted it here.

Just a fictional story that I create for fun (lol)

In Aranthea, Rael discovers the Resonance Stone and sees a vision of the city in chaos. With Professor Aric, he seeks to understand its power, racing against dark forces to save the city from doom

I was simply imagining stuff per usual when I was like wHaT iF i WaS rAiHaN's SiStEr and this happened, xD. I ain't a writer I don't write so it's gonna be complete trash an' it'll probably be the only thing I have on here! So, yeah. Nobody's gonna read it xd.

This story follows around a devil named Zether as he protects the child of his childhood friends since they were murdered when the child was young. Zether was a wanted murderer in life and doesn't want anything to happen to Jerm,the child,so things can get rather messy...Zether has a past that Jerm knows nothing about so while Zether protects Jerm, Jerm tries to unravel this mans past.

an orange starts to become alive, has a face, and limbs, one day after just a normal stroll it bump into a shoe and it looked up and it has a demon boy looking at it

Full Title: It's Fairly Useless to Read this Fake Book; It's Wiser to Wa-Spend Your Limited Time Reading the Real Books. Main Character: Narrator Who is the Narrator, you say? Narrator informs, Narrator tells, Narrator shows, Narrator sings, Narrator swears, Narrator spills, Narrator spys, Narrator knows how not to lo- "THOSE DON'T EVEN ANSWER THE QUES-!" Narrator exclaims. Fine. Narrator is an awf- "Did you say something?" Narrator raises a glittering turquoise eyebrow. -ully good-looking, eccentric narrator who's named Narrator (The name is self-explanatory, why do I have introduce them?). "Hmmph, I thought so!" Narrator remarks, leaning on their poor right hip side that looks like it can crumble down at any moment. ...Just stand properly; I can't waste my nonexistent, flying money on you. "B-But, look at their mint angel wings! I can't bear to see them fading into dust!" Welcome to Narrator's useless fake book tellings and nonsensical ramblings. ----------------------------- That whole thing is a joke. On impulse, I published a work for the sake of showing that there's a work under my bio. #notawriter

I'm not a writer, I'm not very interesting, and I'm not very successful. I am overly emotional, always unproductive, overwhelmed, and messy. This is just me and my outrageously average life.

From crying to not give a damn on life to caring again. A story about thoughts and the weirdness of the life of a boy that doesn't understand himself.

Random things I wrote for some reason ( I'm not a writer at all ever I hate English)

Let me know if you like the beginning.

Just a short

Samantha Johnson is a 16-year-old girl living a normal life in small town Nitro, Washington. That is until she meets Leo, a mysterious man who holds the key to unlocking Samantha's past, and Daemon, a boy with red eyes who lives up to the name and whose master will do anything to see Samantha dead at any cost. Will Samantha learn the truth about the past? Or will she fall at the hands of Daemon's master?

Just read it I think you might like it and no spoilers here so just enjoy the story. This story will have different part every saturday

I'm way better at taking the characters other people breath life into and creating works of art that depict how they see them in their minds eye. However, I've been inspired by the rich character creation that i have come across and wanted to try my hand at it. Please let me know what you think after shifting through the mini story.

Just wanted to say hello.

I'm gonna try this again and I seriously need to write down my nightmare because it's driving me nuts constantly thinking about them and not be able to tell them, so this is a book about my nightmares :p Yeah, so im really lazy and dont feel like writing them down anymore. And im really bad at explaining things soooo... yee

Once upon a time there was a young woman sitting on her hammock, she stared at the sunset as it gleemed purple pink and orange. This young womans name is Kayla. As she sat on her hammock gazing upon that beautiful sunset she wondered why she felt so alone... she continued to think, what ever she did, no one cared, no one asked her questions no one wanted to get to know her, to the world she was just a slave, a cleaning maid, a nanny , mechanic, just some gardener etc.. Shes a wonam who doesnt know her worth, talanted in many ways but she doesnt get paid. Mistreated, hated, bullied && many other things, she was kind at heart. Now the sun has faded away, she heads inside to go to sleep. With no bed of her own she grabbs a hoodie and climbs to the roof. No one looks for her, no one calls to check on her, nothing. She sits on that roof wondering.. just wondering when someone will care for her the way she cares for everyone else. She wants to give someone the world but not just that, she

It'll never get updated. that statement might not be true :p

This is the story about a woman trying to be brave to speak up and find a way how to deal with her complex emotions that sometimes lead her to feel despair and thinking about killing herself just to be free from the pain. Cover picture: hidellbrooks.com painting by Philip Geiger - Winter 2018