Viola Stories

Here's the final product. ~Greenmocock

A detailed analysis of the "advanced orchestra" of Palms Middle School.

It's all over. The world has been taken over by the undead. Ashton is locked in her school with others, waiting till the moment she finally starves to death. The only people she has are the eight people from orchestra class that she grows closer and closer to. But when there is only one girl left, (that they know of), all the boys go ravenous to have her for themselves. Only a few will survive, and only one she can trust.

An amazing new girl band called, 'The Charms,' consisting of the following five people: Viola, Jasmine, Kaelah, Ginger and Indigo. Bigger than Little Mix and bigger than the Spice Girls ever were. But as one band rises, another falls. One direction are starting to crumble under the pressure and who is leading them on this disastrous expedition? The one and only Harry Styles. But all it takes to rise up again is a little lie and a lot of a acting. It doesn't help when you don't like each other and it doesn't help when you are stuck with each other. What is the lie and why are they stuck together? I don't know, why don't you go find out yourself. {Characters from the made up girl band are borrowed from another fan fiction, 'Her only direction'. The female characters go to the credit of @MonanaMcGovern. Why don't you go check out her work? The story line and plot are mine but everything else isn't}

In a world of superpowered Saints, working towards the Earth's greatest threat and destroyer, Matthew Sullivan and his Saints awaken a power beyond that of Zinyak. In an attempt to free an old friend from the Zin mothership, Aeron is set loose. From a world of his own, far beyond the comprehension of the human mind, Aeron is a God, and his very name comes from a word meaning "battle and slaughter". Ready for revenge on whoever stands in his way, Aeron releases his mistress Eris, the Goddess of Destruction. Ignorant to the Zin invasion, Aeron and Eris begin their trail of destruction on the Zin. With no home to return to and no safe, oxygenated planets to retreat to, the Saints find themselves in more trouble than they could imagine when Aeron begins hunting down the last of the human race. The only lead Aeron and his mistress have on the Saints are the connections they make in the many simulations Zinyak has created. As he kills hundreds of thousands of humans slumbering within the Zin mothership, the free Saints are forced to intervene. The tables are turned when the Saints themselves become trapped in a series of simulations, unable to be freed by any of their tech-savvy teammates. The end is upon them, and it is up to Matt Sullivan, 22-year-old leader of the Saints, to awaken the true power within him and defeat the crushing evil that is upon them.

Viola Muxworthy drudges through life, constantly wishing for something exciting, whether it be a person, object, or event. Her wish is answered one day in the form of Vincent Fogg, a young, capricious time traveller that recruits Viola on a whim. Transported 831 years forward, Viola meets a group of eccentric boys that call themselves 'The Dishevelled Group of Presumptuous Time Travellers', and chaos ensues as they travel through time, changing the course of history for their own benefit.

Viola is a nerd; straight A’s, next to no social life & no dates. You know the type. So why would an insecure “loser” like Viola be getting followed to and from school on a daily basis? Why does it feel like someone is watching her when she is in the safety of her own bedroom? Who is the mysterious stalker? Is it the school’s resident bad boy, plotting to attack her? Or could the dangerous Ash Daniels actually be the complete opposite to what everyone assumes?

Alayna's world is falling apart. Nothing is like it used to be. After the summer break everything has changed. She finds out her friends never were who they pretended to be. What will happen in the winter when she needs to rebuild her heart and life? Is she able to do that at all?

I felt a small smile appear on my lips as I watched Chicago and everything I have ever known disappear into the distance. Even though I felt a twinge of regret for leaving my sister alone, I could not control the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was free! Free from my drunk father, the beatings every night, the grief of my mom’s death crushing down on me, everyone’s expectations and standards, everything. All of my worries had faded away with the skyline. For Mel, all she needed was a place where she could start over. She knew it would be hard to make a living off being a street musician in New York, but she never expected that there was also a good side to the streets of New York. Watch as Mel makes friends and discovers that life actually can be worth living.

It had been about seven years since the incident. Seven years in isolation from those like myself. Seven years running. Seven years running from who I was. Who I was supposed to become. As I sat and gazed at the stars above my head, I decided it would come to a stop. I wouldn’t run anymore. The stars twinkled in contrast to the night sky. My father once told me that those stars that twinkled were about to die, and they, too, would fade into the darkness in a matter of time. He also added that there were some stars that would be around for millions of years, those were the diamonds. I knew that eventually what happened would happen. But never did I think it would be so soon, and so violent. I never thought I would be the only Diamond left.

what happens after shakespeare's original comedy, twelfth night

You are familiar with the game The Witch's House where in the true ending Viola is shot by her father while in the witch's body and slowly fades away with the black cat. Game over boohoo the end...or is it? Viola is reincarnated by the black cat into Ellen's body without the sickness and missing limbs. Lecrotus which is the cat's name and Viola had decide to take revenge on the witch and take back what is theirs. The demon cat's house, Viola's father, Life , and of course her body.

I would practice over and over again . But I felt as if I could not even make one one right. My fingers lightly move up and down the piano . All I feel is one wrong note after another. I wonder if people where just being nice when they said I was good. My world felt incomplete with out that one thing that made me happy. But when I heard the most beautiful violin and viola play I remember.