Rip Stories

[Après le Tome 1 "Malédiction", du Cycle 3] Les Clans vont être engouffrés dans la Mauvaise Saison, ce qui semble ralentir le projet de Renouveau d'Esprit de l'Écureuil. Étoile Sanglante a complètement adopté sa possession, son comportement perturbe tout le monde, et Spirale, plus instable que jamais, les pousse à trouver un lieu de communication avec le Clan des Étoiles. La Forêt Sombre semble de plus en plus complice avec le Clan de la Plaine... La future guérisseuse, Nuage de Lys s'abandonne à sa passion, tandis que sa famille se fragilise et sa sœur "maudite" semble sombrer. L'analyste, Nuage d'Ancolie se doit de croire en elle, quand ses erreurs comme ses victoires peuvent causer un tournant définitif pour le Clan de la Plaine. Ces deux jeunes esprits réussiront-elles à aider leur Clan ou succomberont-elle à sa mélancolie ? //!\ Certains personnages dans cette oeuvre ne m'appartiennent pas, ils appartiennent à Erin Hunter. Tous les droits sont à Erin Hunter. /!\ /!\ Par contre la plupart des personnages m'appartiennent, merci de ne pas me les voler, ou même plagier cette oeuvre. /!\ /!\ Cette histoire traite de sujets sensibles potentiellement graphiques, prenez soin de vous./!\ Nouveau chapitre chaque semaine.

This is my version on what would happen in series two. I have already seen series 2 but I decided to write this for fun. I should update regularly but no promises.

'King of Pop; Michael Jackson presumed dead at Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center, at 2:26 p.m.-- Get latest details at--' I remember hearing the words slip off of the reporter's tongue so very easily, I found myself disbelieving the fact that my idol had so quickly and surprisingly lost his life. I had tried to flip through the many different channels, trying not to hear of the silly report, yet with each channel, I believed more and more. That's all they would talk about, he had actually died, the person I so wanted to meet had died. After that day my parents couldn't tear me from my room, I remember the painful thoughts burning through my head, scolding and imprinting within my eyes. I remember what my mother had said, how she had just shook her head and smiled gently. "Sweetheart, my dear Annalise. He would have never known you." She would say, I only brushed off the truthful words and ignored them. I didn't know why, but I had always had this ache in my heart, my chest, whenever I heard his name. It felt as if I lost a family member, one of my own blood. My mother, tried to reason with me, my father the same, yet I pushed them away and fell into a grief of sorts. "Sweetheart, it's unhealthy to do this. . . You didn't even know the man." My father would say, I only rolled my eyes and stood up from the table, leaving back to my room. I didn't understand why I had grieved over this man, but I did, and nobody could really stop me. Often I would find myself, muttering the lyrics to his familiar and famous songs, zoning out and becoming lost within the background music. To my parents, family, friends, it seemed as if I had an unhealthy obsession with this man. But to me, it was different. . .

A horror story about death.

"you ain't gone be quiet with me ma"

Jade has not had an eventful life. She is a total geek and a stranger to dating. One night she is walking home when she bumps into a stranger. He runs into her knocking her down so he insists on buying her a coffee. The only problem is that he always had his hood up. She never saw his face. A miracle happens and Jade sees the stranger again. This time she recognizes him. He is a rock star named Xavier Grass. They secretly fall in love but will a new guy in Jade's life end it?

man why white folks always view us as less... Read to find out👀 This book have my original ideas!

On the 26th March 2013, my dearest uncle Reamonn passed away. This is just a short collection of poems I made in his honour.

This is a small biography of the beautiful Avalanna Routh! I made this to show her strength and how she never gave up! I hope you enjoy it and realize that somethings in this world are more horrible than imaginable!

My open letter to Alan Rickman, in memory of him

Knowledge of Death

The one and only Caleb Logan who is gone but not forgotten! "See you guys tomorrow" - Caleb Logan.

Pictures that I find cute, funny, or awesome posted here! All legends of tomorrow! Some may have slight slash, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

The beautiful wonders of Casper The Ghost (it's a ship) We mourn the loss of the beautiful ship and love which could've blossomed into something more, but was tragically ripped apart. R.I.P Casper the Ghost. The ship shall be greatly missed. It was a loved one one and a true one. We sing this Casper The Ghost Anthem to commemorate the loss of the beloved ship.

imagines with caleb from bratayley 💕 set in 2015 rip caleb 🕊️:(

story contains- $uicideBoy$ Bexeyswan Lil Peep and Ghostemane <3

Luke Smith has just lost his mum, he feels as though there is no-one around for him. Little does he know that there is 'someone' watching him...

The burning maze was published 1st of May. So that was the sad year Jason died. On that day I will mourn for the loss of such a good character, feel free to join

"Your singing was amazing as always, Tsuna." "Oh, shush." Tsuna softly and playfully hits the male's chest. "I liked your playing as well." Skull chuckles and tilts the brunette's head up, pressing a simple kiss against his lips and watching as his face started to blush slightly. "I say we should take a nap." Tsuna groans, "I agree! I'm so tired..." Nothing but the story belongs to me!