FEATURED on the Wattpad Adventure 'Voyages and Sea Epics' list! Not so far in the distant future, the Earth is drowning in our mistakes. The permafrost has melted. Millions have been wiped out. Thousands more suffer to breathe on land while facing down brutal raiders and monsters too fantastic to be natural. As a Tinker, Meg's not entitled to many of the luxuries most citizens enjoy aboard Arc City One. She was a mistake to be forgotten. A blip in time destined to be erased by obscurity. Until she spotted the anomaly. This is an underwater sci-fi adventure filled with robots, pirates, seafaring rogues, terrifying monsters, a few stolen kisses, and a murderous plot set to a timer that's about to explode!💙💙💙💙💙💙🌊 #151 in #SciFi - 12/19/20 🌊🌊 #73 in #SciFi - 12/22/20 🌊🌊 #71 in SciFi - 12/24/20 🌊
Welcome.This is the first Imperial Scribe Awards of all time, open to all writers of every genre who are willing and capable of dueling against the greatest scribes of their time.Open from May 23, 2020 to May 31, 2020.Judging from June 1, 2020 to June 12, 2020.Awarding on June 15, 2020.STATUS: JUDGING
Hi Guys!For Xmas I choose to write a mini Heroes of Olympus Fanfic. Nico doesn't much of a Christmas spirt from Bianca's Death, maybe thanks to the demigods and a little Christmas magic he will enjoy himself. hope you like it? ;-)
"I, Alpha Asher Reed, reject you as my mate and Luna." He didn't blink. He didn't show a spark of remorse. He just walked away. ******************************************************************************** Asher Reed. The 19-year old alpha. Like the meaning of his name, he is lucky. Lucky that the Moon Goddess blessed him with a kind, caring mate. But he rejects her. He rejected a Princess. Genevieve (Eve) Burke. Princess of the werewolves. At 18 years old, she is preparing to rule the werewolves as their queen. But she needs a king. Another ruler. Her mate.Can Eve survive without her mate?HIGHEST RANKING: Werewolf #1WARNING: Book contains violence and a lot of strong language
This is my first romance fanfic I've ever written so uhm. Yeah.This is a non-cannon fanfiction on Ron x Harry lol hope you enjoy.ALSO I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS OR WORLD IT'S A FANFIC BASED OFF THE HARRYPOTTER-VERSE
Harry can't help it. Not really. Not always. But, sometimes, he forgets his books before going to class. Sometimes, he forgets assignments and entire conversations and due dates. This, that, the other -- all of it eludes him. It's not his fault. And for the first fourteen years of his life, it's not that big of a problem. He doesn't always have the best grades, sure, and isn't always liked amongst the other students, SURE -- but he can function. Properly, to a reasonable extent, function.But it's Harry Potter's fifth year and on top of Tom Riddle -- a prodigious seventh year student who both stands for everything Harry hates and who has ignored his existence completely until now -- trying to seduce him, cryptic messages in Divination, leading a revolution, and the realization that his blood turns to mist when it touches air, Harry has lost his ability to function properly. He starts forgetting more than worksheets, more than names and faces.When Ron and Hermione get asked: "Who are you, exactly?", they know it's time to step in.Meanwhile, Nagini falls in love, Harry learns the oddities of his parents' lives and even odder deaths, and Tom Riddle plays with God.
tom is very in love with tord whenever tom is drunk or depressed tord is always there for him. tom has been in love with tord since high school he really wants to tell tord but he's afraid of the possibility of him feeling the exact opposite
"You walked in my life like a storm, a very strong one. You annihilated me with your mighty wind, you wrecked me without any effort, then escaped and left me with nothing. But still, thank you. Because of you, I realized that after the storm comes the sun. Thank you for introducing me the light that made my life shine so bright after the scary darkness. Thank you for happening, nerd panda."
Year 2050. The young seahorse wandering around the dark, polluted ocean. It knows that its days are numbered too. The last of its kind, finding no familiar faces in the murky ocean, and all it could hold on was...trash.Short story written for #PlanetOrPlastic