16 year old Katherine was walking down the street, back home after and exhausting day at school, when she spots someone so familiar... Her grandmother who was pronounced dead because she was missing!"Grandmother? Grandmother Margaret?" she asks "Is that really you?"Grandmother Margaret rushes towards Kat, "Dear, I have been looking for you.. We have to talk" She says with a sweet grin. Kat will find out about the reflective world... concave and convex systems! She will see astounishing things that are unbelievable! She will also attend Academia Mundi Repercussa! Follow up with her adventures by reading the first book (and the only one, at the moment) of the Speculum Reflexionem Series.
This story is based 2 years after the Losers defeated Pennywise. (The first time).They all are still living in Derry, trying to forget all of the frightening memories they share each day. What happens when love and family get in the way? rEaD mOrE tO fiNd OUt. hAhAhA. /!\ Tw: Offensive language, slurs, and violence/!\#1 in RichiexEddie ~ 12/7/19#1 in EddiexRichie ~ 7/16/20#2 in REDDIE ~ 5/24/21•"Beep beep Richie" - Bev "Beep beep motherfucker." - Eddie ~REDDIE 🥰🌈❤️❤️~
Hi, I'm Kya. I just moved to ATL with my sister/bff Harmony. We have the same mom and dad. The only reason that I am moving in with my sister and dad because my mom died. In Harmony's neighborhood there is a lot of drug deals, gangs, and killing. I meet a boy named Jacob. We became real good friends but there is one thing I don't know about him and that is that he is in a gang. Want to know how their mom died? Want to know what gang Jacob is in? Want to know how this story goes? Read and see.
Hi, I'm a girl in a brand new world called Minecraft. This book is going to be the story of my life-through all the good times and the bad. I can't wait to start living my life and making the world mine. Even if I die, I know that there's only one thing to do. Respawn.
Vincent Van Gogh did not kill himself, he was almost undeniable murdered by some teenage bully with a fetish for cowboys. This is what Van Gogh chants to himself whenever he feels like maybe his clone father had the right idea, he has to remind himself the original Van Gogh didn't want to die and he should now cherish the life he has and allow his spirit to rest. That was until he found a friend within the king of his high school and realized life wasn't quiet but instead loud and annoying and had a shitty Boston accent.
2nd #poetry book of mine.-----18.05.2020 - I finished my 2nd poetry book.I don't really think this book is good for poetry though, I'm just thinking of writing a motivation and supporting book for those who in need. And some rants that sometimes I can't tell anyone. So please come and read some. I really appreciate your time ❤️
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A Naruto fanfiction with a boy OC. This is a fanfiction I'm writing because I would like to experiement, especially considering I mainly see girl OCs in the Naruto world.---Milo Adams, a reserved boy whom has never stood out, never pushed the limits. He stopped smiling at a young age, and nothing entertains him anymore, not even his beloved anime. Milo has always been a smart kid, he picked up things easily, and for that, he was admired, envied and bullied. He didn't care for those around him. His adoptive parents shunned him for not taking the path they wanted. He was alone.Not knowing anything of his emotions anymore, Milo's life gets turned upside down when he found himself thrown into the Naruto world, somewhere where emotions were played and toyed with, yet he loved this place.Just who is Milo Adams? A glitch in the system? A bad thought? A imaginary friend? Who knows? He certainly didn't.
Remus is an artist. He can't draw worth his life, but that doesn't matter. He makes beautiful art with his age-old piano in his living room, where he does community lessons with the kids in his neighbourhood. At least, he did. Between medication and therapy for his Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Remus finds himself deep in debt and financial stress. Unable to continue living in his current home, he is forced to pack up and move into a studio apartment on the other side of the town, taking up a job as a music teacher in a public school not exactly known for its extracurricular budget. Between that and the recent complications with his mental state and his heart condition, the last thing he needs is a new, extremely attractive neighbour, much less one that seems to have a very personal secret, but of course, that's what he gets.Sirius has no time for a relationship. He has no time for love. He has no time for the new neighbour that seems to be glancing at him out of the corner of his eye every time they pass. The only thing he has interest in is a man called Peter: a man that betrayed his best friends to the notorious Riddle Mafia and is now on the run after faking his own death. Sirius knows he's out there, and he knows that he's guilty, but until he gets his man, he can't prove anything. But there is another man pushing his way into Sirius's head: The new neighbour, Lupin, who seems shy and timid, and yet has periods of loud screaming and banging coming from his apartment every so often. Sirius is intrigued, but he finds that he is unable to focus. Will Lupin be his saving grace, or will he be his destruction?
A broke, unemployed girl with a nursing degree who just can't seem to find a job... until she finds an ad in the paper for an insane asylum. The job is as a simple caretaker, so it's not exactly the height of what she could do, but it payed... surprisingly well, and offered a place to stay on nights she was too tired for the two hour drive between the asylum and her apartment. It was too good to pass up. Or at least, it SEEMED like it was, until she found out about the patients.