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Hey, so, just as a quick heads up: this isn't exactly a proper novel. It's a crossover thing of my own characters, along with some of my friends', so some things probably won't be understood. You're more than welcome to read it if you want, but that's up to you

As we all think Katniss Everdeen and the districts won the rebellion and the hunger games has ended...or did they. The hunger games didn't go on for the 76th year because Katniss was still alive. Katniss had now died because of Paylor who betrayed Katniss and the 78th hunger games will be hosted by Paylor. What will this years twists be? Who will go on? Find out by reading this I'm new at this so...❤️

Hilary howard is the clumsy,unpopular girl that no one seems to notice except her best friend,hayden.she has a huge crush on Jason stewart, the most popular guy in school for like ever but he doesn't notice her.but things took a different turn when Hilary hit the jackpot..

This is a story about an awkward, unattractive loner boy named Hike (yes hike like the verb) that accidentally forgets that he sold his soul to a shape-shifting immortal being to become more popular at school. The best part is that, not only does the shape-shifter finally come to collect his soul on his 16th birthday, but he also simultaneously becomes his new classmate. Watch Hike awkwardly menuever a new adventure full of near death experiences, social status renewal, and dimension hopping all while trying to balance being a high school kid. Enjoy.

The happy story of a dog.

"what the fuck happens now, stan?" "i literally never have the answers, els, why do you think i've got them since syd blew brad's head off?!" sequel to uncool started - 5/6/20

"im just a whisper in the wind, finding peace in the quiet embrace of shadows, where secrets are shared and fears are stilled." - a cool kid, the vicious offspring.

Tidbits and pieces of old stories and chapters, nothing too coherent. Hope you enjoy!

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a historical take on the life of onions

"I love the sound of the rain. The feel. Even the taste. Most people find rain dreary, but when I hear the inviting pit pats on my roof, I know that happiness is right outside of my front door. Rain is my lullaby at night and my comfort in tough times. Rain is more than just weather, rain is my friend. Rain is the splish that lands on your forehead, that tells you "spring is here." Rain is the bouncing of water, but not just the bouncing. Rain is playing. Rain is jumping and leaping excitedly--and sometimes angrily. Rain is spilling onto my skylight right now, soothing me into a zen state of mind. Clearing my problems--diminishing them. Rain is the one that tells me "it's okay, I'm here." When rain is here, and it feels like lightning is striking me even though there is no lightning, rain makes the crack of thunder fade away. Rain makes me dance and sing and cry and every other possible thing I could do. Rain makes me contemplate, rain makes me romantic, rain makes me smile. Pit pat. The rain taps steadily on the skylight, slowly growing faster and faster. The sound evolving from a distant pitter patter to loud footsteps, now distinctly banging over and over, faster and faster, quicker and quicker. The rain is not just any of those things. The rain is me, and I am the rain."

stuff i think about on a daily basis, read if you want i dont really care.

A random story I have been writing for a while now and I only continued it because my (old) best friends inspisred me to.