I am a survivor

It was a normal day of summer fun... But the terrors had just begun Highest Rank: #119 in HorrorBook 1 in the Makeshift Misfits Short Stories

It's the son of Optimus prime, this takes place when they just got there new base on earth and are hiding/at the very start of the tfp series and or season. I will possibly rewrite this story later on, so if you do like it please tell me and I will make it betterAlso I know, it's shitty writings but I promise the second book will be and is 10 times better.

idk, this is just a thing i am getting into, idkthis is weird and gross i know, but i am not stoppingmade up short story i madethis is número 1 of this shortsseriesbosses name: Bill Smithassistant: Clark InrinBy the way, there is bl in this also lots ofGay🧑‍🤝‍🧑👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨and some fruitinesss!!!!💅💅There is also some mature stuff and 18+!

"Let me be your light at the end of the tunnel"- Ana CabreraAna Cabrera is a Cuban immigrant. She lives in a three bedroom apartment with her grandparents and is a rookie starting in the LAPD.This is Part Three. To find Part One, follow this link:https://www.wattpad.com/story/364882405-altruism-part-one-trustTo find Part Two, follow this link:https://www.wattpad.com/story/365023103-altruism-part-two-carePart Four is out now, to find it follow this link:https://www.wattpad.com/story/365991503-altruism-part-four-lovePart Five is out now, to find it follow this link:https://www.wattpad.com/story/367894539-altruism-part-five-family

unsaid files, collection of poems spoken from the heart. Words for her but left unspoken.

Book 1.5 in the "Life in-" seriesAshton McClain is lost.After two years of spiraling out of control he has nowhere left to go. Trying to find something to fill the void his anger leaves. His entire town hates him. He has no friends. And his parents can't even look him in the eye.His family packs up and moves to a new state with the hope that he'll find a new path. The problem is that after everything he's been through he's not sure he has it in him to care anymore. Just when Ashton's about to walk away from his clean slate he bumps into a girl with curly hair and an attitude like he's never seen before. In that moment he thinks he finds exactly what he's looking for.Who is Scarlett Rhodes and why does she always look so sad?There's always a purpose in life as long as you're willing to search for it. ****I hope you take a chance on this gem!Hit 1 Million Reads (12/30/19)#1 in general fiction (7/10/19)#11 in chicklit (6/14/19)#1 in teen love (6/13/19)#6 in teen drama (7/26/19)#19 in young adult (6/21/19)

ОБЯЗАТЕЛЬНОЕ ЧТЕНИЕ!Могут быть ошибки! Автор тупой и ленивый так что главы не факт что будут часто выходить! Главный шип: Ромберг!(Здесь может быть много всякой хрени потому что у меня воображение катит)Описание самого фанфика:Давид Роменский выиграл путевку в лагерь, но не один есть и другие ученики что ее выиграли, и как на зло компашка Никиты Берга едет тоже туда... Но в лагере случается неожиданный поворот, из-за чего происходит мистика, кто-то вызвал и не убрал из лагеря мифа, неизведанный миф тревожит наших героев... Кто же тот миф и та девчонка что его вызвала? Что она вообще забыла в лагере?(Сразу говорю я потом изменю там где персы и запишу 2 моих персонажей, а так же могут быть и другие персы, приятного чтения))

« L'incohérence n'existe pas, le désordre n'est qu'un ordre différent. » Robert MalavalDécousu, car le fil ça fait longtemps que je l'ai perdue, laissant deux bouts de tissus qui ne s'aimeront jamais plus. Des petits bouts de toi, de nous, de vous et de moi, qui se rencontrent, s'entrechoquent et se choquent sans jamais se lier. Comme le fil de mes pensées, qui fleurissent, jaillissent, divaguent et vagabondent. Pour les saisir je les ai jetés sur le papier sans pour autant les comprendre. Décousu, comme mon cœur et mon discours, mes principes et mes paradoxes. Décousue, comme l'histoire que j'aimerais vous conter mais qui jamais n'aura de fin ni de début. Décousu, comme nos peurs et nos envies qui ne se complètent pas et qu'on n'exprime pas. Décousu, comme cette lumière qui se bat avec le chaos que tu as au fond de toi, mais que tu ne vois pas. Entre contradictions et fusion, voici les propos décousus que mon cerveau torturé a pondus.