Notsleeping Stories

Me just being depressed while trying to sleep when night comes around but i never sleep so ya enjoy this story -Summer

Hank Callin is a normal guy, well, kinda. He lives out in the suburbs of Chicagon, along with his mother, father, and sister. He lives a happy life of being extremely smart, until he gets a message. A mysterious person hires Hank to check into a new massively expanding computer. As Hank cracks open the Globe-O-Sphere he learns the dark secret of it's inner workings. Follow along as Hank beats the chips out of computers, bad guys, and his life vanishes away before his eyes, twice. Join the adventure of the first member of the Alpha Squad, and his sad tale of wolves, death, and revenge.

Giyū, "Tomioka right?" Nope, just Giyū, the young, stubborn, beautiful demi-god. One who was destined to rule over the land after his Mother. Fell to earth after one little mistake, because there was no way to get him back, he had to stay there. Eventually having a family made for him, although that didn't work out, he could make his own right?! wrong. Giyū was able to go back with his Mother, but he had to do one thing first. This story includes: Murder Gore Paranormal things. Ships include: Rengiyū Small Obashinomitsu(It's silly okay🙄) Uzui and his wives Platonic Mitsugiyū We respect shinobu here. She's not a bitch, at ALL. Have fun reading loves//♡

I DID THIS AGES AGO IT IS SO SHIT DONT EVEN It says its new for some reason i think its bc i edited it the tiniest bit Just some random Quackity fic Art not mine I just put it together Thanks so much for reading!!

I'd like to write some kind of smarts as joke or something here, but I can't think of anything.

this story is about what happens at 3am. endless of thinking someone is watching you in your room or feeling hopeless. talking about problems and regrets. this is also a true story... oki bye hope you like this!?

Don't own art work

Sometimes there are these nightmares. I only draw what I can remember. Liv, Kiera and Leo are tormented, day in, day out, by the monsters that crawl out of their minds each time they fall asleep. Who can say why they were chosen. Who can say how they can make it stop.

Idk Poetry *** prose