WanderingStoryTelIer

The Hunger Games! But it's Inanimate insanity!!!---124 years ago, war broke out against the Capital. Objects rose up to fight back against the corruption and power of the Capital. But... to no avail. The districts lost. To commemorate the loss of the districts and strike fear in fighting back, the HUNGER GAMES was born. A game where 12-18 Year old objects fight to the death. 24 contestants go in, 1 comes out. They are crowned as the 'Victor'.Taco a Object taking residence in District 12. One of the most poor Districts. Despite her being troubled by the nature of her object, and what the troubles being a food object may be... she is to go into the games. To fight to the death.But... This game isn't as it seems. Plans behind the scenes, and Taco's Smart nature, and confident attitude could strike hope in the districts, but... Are the sacrifices and risks too much to handle?We shall see...Good luck.And may the odds be EVER, in your favour...---A HUNGER GAMES AND INANIMATE INSANITY FANFIC! YAAAAAY!I have writers block. I'm solving it with this.>:3Please note I'm changing the storyline of the book a bit. Because it's a Fanfic. :)---WARNING!Book will contain themes of:Blood/ViolenceDeathSwearingPossibly smokingdrinkingPossibly SuicidePossible themes of discrimination (people are mean to Taco :( )PovertyStarvation---YES.THERE WILL BE SHIPS.HEHE.---They remain objects in this AU!---Is fan stuff aloud?If you want!Go ahead!In fact, tell me if you DO make fan stuff! I'd love to see it ;3---Main Character: Taco---Enjoy the book!…

ShawnMaglasang

The Whispering WoodsIn the quiet town of Millhaven, a dense forest known as the Whispering Woods loomed ominously on the outskirts. The townsfolk spoke in hushed tones about the eerie occurrences that took place within its boundaries. Legend had it that those who ventured too deep into the woods never returned, their voices joining the whispers that echoed through the trees.One crisp autumn evening, a curious teenager named Emily decided to explore the forest, drawn by a fascination with the unknown. She dismissed the warnings of the elders as mere superstition. Armed with a flashlight and a sense of adventure, she stepped into the shadowy embrace of the woods.As Emily wandered deeper, the trees seemed to close in around her, their gnarled branches resembling skeletal hands. The whispers grew louder, forming an almost tangible presence that sent shivers down her spine. She tried to make sense of the murmurs, but the words remained elusive, like fragments of forgotten conversations.The air grew colder, and a thick fog rolled in, obscuring her path. Emily's flashlight flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced in the periphery of her vision. Panic began to set in as she realized she was hopelessly lost. The whispers grew more insistent, as if urging her to go further.Desperation clawed at her mind, and she stumbled upon an old, dilapidated cabin hidden among the trees. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior. Inside, the whispers seemed to reach a crescendo, enveloping her in a chorus of ghostly voices.Emily's eyes fell upon a dusty journal lying on a decrepit table. The pages were filled with frantic scribbles detailing the experiences of those who had entered the woods before her. The final entry was a chilling plea for help, written in a shaky hand: "The woods have taken me. Beware the…

StrawberryMilkAddict

The ball room, in all its glory, was beautiful yet overwhelming and I could feel my racing heartbeat speed up each passing second. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I watched all the alluring, feminine figures swaying under the oppressive chandelier lighting in their velvet or lace masks to the elegant tunes that seemed to echo hauntingly in my mind. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my dress, adjusting my mask and looked up at the clock, I knew very well why I was here and how important it was but I couldn't help but feel a desire to be at home at that moment.The sound of trumpets serenading the room caused an abrupt stop to the deafening chatter that had just previously enlightened the ballroom. Sir Abraham Smith, the king's most trusted companion and advisor, took long strides towards the edge of the steps that stood in front of us. He slowly unrolled a scroll, peering down at the contents before beginning."Thank you, ladies, for attending this crucial masquerade ball event. This evening, we will be announcing the maiden we have selected to take on the roll of Prince Adrian's partner. I will, however, leave that privilege to his majesty, King Alexander."Applause hurt my ears but, by habit, I contributed to the noise, awaiting the appearance of our ruler who soon came into sight along with the many flashes of cameras."Thank you, Sir Abraham, and once again, thank you ladies. The selected maiden is..."I don't think I have ever heard a louder silence before in my entire life. It was laced with immense tension and it felt eternal, all eyes glued to the king as he looked down at the scroll that had been passed onto him by Sir Abraham... Slowly, I pressed my huge earphones in and exited the anxious "Lady Sage White of Isla, please step forward."…

monarch_garments

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RaiinStorm

(...)Three young adults entered my view – two of which were male. They seemed to be around 18 or so, the female just a couple of years younger. The trio were laughing, joking around with each other. Two blondes, one of each sex, whispered something to the only black haired man – I didn’t bother listening, although I could’ve – and turned and walked back where they’d come from. I took it as my cue to appear. Standing up, I brushed off any stray leaves off my clothes. I walked towards the pair, staying in the shadows, waiting for the right moment. It came when the man was turned away from me, rummaging around in his heavily over packed backpack.As quick as possible, I grabbed the black haired guy’s arm, pulling him towards the dark. I dragged him to my previous spot, where we were hidden from his companions, were they to return soon. He stumbled a bit, rapidly grabbing onto my arm as to not fall. (...)---------------------------(...)I stood across the street from the building. The building which was now my new school. It was early morning, so early; no student would be there yet. No one liked wasting one hour in the cold instead of sleeping – except for me. At least, that’s what I thought until I saw a blonde girl arrive at the gates. She paused and looked at her wrist, angrily stomping off once – I guess – she realised she was an hour early.I laughed quietly, but stopped mid-laugh as she passed by me, bumping me. She didn’t apologise to me, I doubt it she notice she pushed me, but something about her surprised me. I stood there, still in shock, for a minute before returning to my senses and running silently to follow her. When I was close to her, I slowed down and intentionally walked loudly, so she could hear me behind her. Abruptly, she stopped, and I just about managed to stop – without touching her. (...)-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------…

SherrieTheriault

February 5More Than LessThere is a difference between doing G-d’s will and winning,though some times they look the same. Skin deep appearance or monetary prowess share no border with the willof G-d, but these can stack as transparencies seeming invisible to theuninitiated practitioner.  The organsexist and blood flows in the living thing and the shell is hard, lifeless;though it glints.  Success can be themantel of right compliance or the shroud of something deadly.  I mustn’t be pushed or pulled by the desireof accolades or acceptance, nor shall I flee into a trap for fear of ridiculeor rejection.  The lacerations ofemotional infliction, unloving judgments and imprudent fallout cause me toflinch in the face of changing focus and relinquishing hope of control.  I am powerless over everything andresponsible to everything.  Anything elseis incidental and with loving help will work out if I do not panic.  Ah, to love myself as G-d loves me.Control is an illusion I perpetrate on myself You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way toSane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriaulthttp://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sanehttp://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault…

PinkCottonClouds

To most people, being out of place within a group was perfectly normal for it meant they were 'unique' and 'special' but to Nicholas Weasley, being out of place in his family meant that he was ignored for the majority of his life, his parents unintentionally mistaking him for another boy in their household, his siblings forgetting that he was their little brother and people always whispering behind his back. Nicholas had dealt with it all, from his mother apologizing frequently when she finally noticed who he was to his brothers and Sister becoming guilt ridden that they hadn't included him in any of their games. Truth be told, Nicholas was used to being alone, to being invisible amongst his family members. He was used to hearing people mumble that perhaps he was adopted, perhaps the Weasleys had taken pity upon him, or perhaps he had been a homeless orphan before. He was used to watching his family members forget that he was right there, talking on and on about something he shouldn't hear, he was used to being out of place within the world, he was used to being invisible.So, when his Hogwarts letter drops through the window, The family are heavily surprised to find out that he's been accepted into Hogwarts but Nicholas seems to be even more surprised when, as he reaches the school for his first year, his invisibility doesn't work and he's suddenly crowded with people asking him questions, paying attention to him, and including him in their activities. Little does he know, his year won't just be filled with friends and enemies. A dark enemy is approaching and it's target is none other than Nicholas Octavius Weasley, eighth child of the Weasley family.…

xMorgxsShardsx

*Book 2*I spotted many icicles in my way through the tunnel but I finally made it through. I was a bit tired out but not that much. I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my chest. I quickly pulled up my t-shirt to see a Aquarius constellation burn mark over the area where my soul is. In the middle of my chest. I was in shock. What is this! I quickly began to run back the way I came when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the end of the tunnel. I struggled and struggled until they wrapped their arms around my and pinned me to the wall. I suddenly recognised their face. "Mikelle what-.""This is my secret place no one knows about this apart from me and you.""Mikelle this is beautiful but that isn't the point now... can you get off of me!""Oh Yeah sure." Laughed Mikelle as she helped me to my feet. She noticed my scared look on my face and asked me what was wrong.Then i lifted up my shirt. Mikelle stepped back in horror as she saw the Aquarius constellation. Suddenly she grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the tunnel. Faster and faster until we were at the entrance to the tunnel. I was out of breath but she wasn't. Suddenly I managed to break free of her grasp and stood back from her."What is going on! Why are you so scared!""Viola we don't have time we have to get to Halle before-.""Before what!" "Before time runs out!"Viola and the others have only just barley escaped death at the hands of Daniel. And now all they have worked for has been destroyed. With all of their hearts in dismay there is only one place left that is safe for them. But soon there are more secrets to be uncovered. And new friends may pose a threat to discovery, and may the table turned causing unforgivable events!!! However these secrets could spell the end of every single powerful being in the world. And the cause of this catastrophe is... Viola...…

MelodieSkye

"Footsteps. Footsteps that were so quiet, so alone, yet so much louder than anything Thalia Rainwell had ever heard. She firmly held a hand over her mouth, a feeble attempt in holding back the frightened whimpers that threatened to tear at her throat. Why were they following her? She had been so careful to not look..."Thalia Rainwell has spent her entire life fighting to be normal. A simple word, a simple goal that fell farther out of reach than anything else in her existence. She was a Guardian, one member of a powerful race of people who could use portals to leap through the barriers between realities.According to the rules of the council, she should have been taken from her home to train nine years ago. Thanks to her sister Cassidy, she has been able to stay hidden long enough for both of them to think she is in the clear.However, what happens when Guardian seers begin to predict the most deadly war the universe has ever seen? To win, surely they will need every fighter they can get...-------------------Hey everyone! First off, thank you for reading this far! I want to start off by telling you that I'm not entirely sure yet what this is going to turn into. As for now, think of it as 'open beta'. I have a pretty busy schedule, so I'm wanting to see how the story is received to decide where it will go.That being said, please feel free to comment on any ways you think I can improve. Even petty grammar things I am very grateful for. All I ask is that comments are kept PG-13 and civil.Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!The cover image was created by Daniel Bogni, please be sure to go support them on their website! They deserve it!https://danielbogni.com/…

iamcake132

Prologuethere once were three children. Their names long forgotten we just call them Blue, Red, and Yellow. They eventually met and created others like them. Orange, purple, and green, but there were also repeats of colors as well so to conclude orange, purple, green, blue, red, yellow and Blue, Red, and Yellow. Before the children were five years old, Blue, Red, and Yellow were all killed by thousand year old stakes driven through the silks on their lower backs. The children were scattered their talents hidden, but unlike Yellow, Red, and Blue they had “shells” which they could break out of and go back in, they were just like humans, perfect cover.Chapter 1There is an old legend that there will be a group of young teens who will unite to destroy a great evil in this world but a time was never spoken, the government can be an evil depending on who you are. these young teens have been alive since long ago. Just over seeing this world the original three have died from us stupid mortal fools. we need to undo our wrong doings. O shut up ,you're the only fool around here!they'll come for me. you'll learn to either destroy the rest or release the original three. o my gosh!I Said shut up if you're locked up in a mental home you can't just say whatever you want. things will happen the three will be freed. there's one thing wrong with your prophecy. and what's that? we already have one. a loud boom could be heard Chapter 2 “Dang it! Orange, what the heck!” “Sorry.” She said with a non-forgiving smile. “She’s always hated silver.”“C'mon, just shut up!” “I’m done.” Blue said,”Let’s just get the objects and go!” “Hey, we also need gold!” Wow silver,I Think someone's in love!” “No. I Hate gold!” “Oh yeah right! let’s see a silverish gold, that would look kinda weird.” “Shut up Orange!!” “Well here they come so I guess our. . . what do they have in there hands, uho the objects… AND gold!! I Turned around she was …

Asura18

Rosey Destine White is no ordinary student.A great war will begin!Will she be able to handle the truth and what life throws at her?The life of many civilians are at her hands.--------------------------------------------------------------The green veins on her pale arms and hands as well as her neck became prominent and started to change to deep blue. Her eyes were starting to expand progressively turning red."Just a bit further" she kept muttering to herself. With wobbly legs, she finally reached outside the dorm building.She stopped and analysed her surroundings. Rosey glared and contemplated at the soggy damp ground and the teeming grass field on the right side which led to the car park. The cold charcoal clouds stood threatening above ready for another war shower to begin.Rosey stood there, panting, to stay calm, repeatedly trying to gain control over herself again.Whipping out her phone she called Sebastian."Where are you.... Sebastian? Hurry... up! I forgot to take my medicine ... and... I don't think I can keep up much longer" her voice broke in between her words grasping for air. With that, she ended the call and continued to stumble and slowly paced through the wet grass field.The cold angry breeze hit her making a small shiver run through her back and the hair behind her neck stood up straight when she noticed a black silhouette running her way, straight at her...--------------------------------------------------------------© Asura18™ 2018…

bland_flavors

Surprisingly this wasn't the first time Esme had woken up in a hospital bed. However this time she woke up alone, no one knew who she was and that to her meant it was perfect. She could start over, she faked amnesia so that she could escape her past.Sneaking out the hospital to avoid questions was easy, Esme just hadn't a penny to her name which made everything else difficult. She needed to go to school and work on things from there. After enrolling she was forced to remember the life she no longer wanted.Noah, a guy from her old life moved there too. When he finds out Esme's an amnesiac he's determined to make her remember... but he doesn't know that she already does.--- ---"Esme?" She recognised his voice immediately. Shit! She thought, without being too obvious she started walking to the canteen in which her friends followed."Esme!" He called out louder, her steps faltered and she drew to a stop, he quickly ran up to step in front of her. She watched him stare at her face for about a splint second and then he engulfed her into a hug. When she didn't return it he pull back and his brows furrowed."Esme, it's me... Noah" She looked at him blankly, she felt guilty for what she was doing but she wouldn't go back to her life. She couldn't. One of her friends watched how they interacted and decided to help the guy out."Noah, is it? Esme here is an amnesiac, if you knew her she doesn't know you anymore" Noah looked heartbroken as she nodded to confirm what her friend said. Her breath hitched in her throat though when he leaned into her neck and whispered..."I'll just have to make you remember me then"…

Virason

This is a Fem!Ryoma x Kirihara Akaya story :) Meet Echizen Riko, who moves from America to Japan and is enrolled in an special academy for the talented, rich, and elite. Of course, it's not surprise that a majority of her classmates question how she even got in. Until tennis season begins, that is. Being the social black hole that she is, a normal school year means being late almost every day, sleeping through classes, heading home after school, and then living, breathing, and eating tennis. She's stubborn, cocky, witty, and bratty. But inside, she's also compassionate, hard-working, confident, and determined. In her first year of high school, she finds that maybe actually talking to other people with similar interests will make your life a hell of a lot more interesting. Just maybe. She also finds that for once, she HAS to pay attention in class. Meet Kirihara Akaya, who has lived in japan his entire life. He can maybe manage a few lines of broken english (of course, he's mastered all the insults), and has scored above a C on a test once in his life. He was obviously enrolled for his tennis abilities, not his academic performance. That's for sure. He's loud, obnoxious, rude, and bratty. But ask his team mates from middle school, and they'll tell you that he's also funny, sarcastic, brave, and resolute. In his first year of high school, he learns that everyone's a devil, and everyone's an angel, in their own way. Some people just have more demons than others. Oh, and, like Riko, he also finds that for once, he too HAS to pay attention in class. When their lives collide, literally, everyone around them can feel the sparks. Hopefully that part's not literal. It would be a shame for such a cold school to burn, anyways. Disclaimer in chapter 1.…

beckyy16

Finding you.The metal chain around my neck had always been cold, burning my skin with its smooth edges.Nobody knows the true origin of this chain, a part from the tribe, and Harry.I remember when Harry first asked me about the chain, we were both five, playing outside in my family’s sand pit.“Harry, don’t hog the spade!” I snapped at my best friend who was building some sort of castle.“I need it though Kaylie!” He argued back, we were always like this when we were younger, constant bickering but that’s why we got along so well.“No, I need it Harry!” I snapped, louder this time, pulling at the blonde pig tails in my hair.“Why do you always wear that?” Harry had changed the subject becoming calm almost instantly.“Wear what?” I replied, I knew what he meant but I didn’t want to answer him, I sounded like a spoilt brat.“That necklace” Harry pointed to the silver chain around my neck with a small silver circle hanging on my chest and an arrow running through it.“Can I tell you a secret, you can’t tell anyone, promise?!” I stand up quickly with the excitement of telling my best friend a new secret“Pinky swear” Harry says holding his little finger out for me to join mine with.“Ok” I say, looking around my garden to make sure that my parents weren’t around and I lent towards his ear.“I’m part of a tribe”Harry has kept my secret for twelve years now although I had to tell my parents that he knew and I got in serious trouble for telling a non-tribe member the secrets of our tribe, but now I like to see Harry as an adopted member.I was born into one of the world’s oldest and most secretive tribes. The Zupacha tribe; from the second that we are born we are ceremonially ‘crowned’ with a metal chain. This chain stays cold until we near our soul mate, the closer we are, the warmer it gets.…

colourmeimprexxed

Zayn (Originally Zain) Javadd Malik, is just another sixteen year old boy trying to get through his teenage years. He lives in a small two bed room apartment with his elder sister, Dohniya. He can’t afford enough money to attend a private school even if he worked the whole day, so he attends the small community school in the town. He has a higher IQ compared to kids his age and he had a big dream of being an English Teacher or may be a singer. There is hope for every one right?One day Zayn stumbles upon an advertisement in the Sunday newspaper about offering full scholarships to five students by the Styles Co-operation. After contacting the school office he had found out one thing; that is he can’t get in.Why? Not because his school grades were bad or he had a bad reputation. No, Nope not even close.It was for the girls school. You heard, the guys selection had been done last month and this was for the sister school. So, he came up with a lie that he was sure his friends would proud of because according to them Zayn can’t even lie to save himself.He got the application saying it was for his twin sister, who happens to be Veronica Malik.So, Zayn with the help of his two best friends Louis William Tomlinson and Niall James Horan officially became a girl or more like to anyone at first glance.To Zayn’s luck for once in his life he got the scholarship along with another four girls. Well, great Zayn is officially attending Styles Girl’s School for Music along with every other rich girl in town.Well, you see sometimes things can get messed up right? Like how?Like, May be catching the eye of the principle’s only son, Harry Edward Styles? And did I forget to mention that Zayn was gay?© Copyright: All rights reserved || CallMeAsh_95…

amoretheiia

This story takes place in the After War BUT no one died except Voldy Moldy because i make the rules here >:D Juliette "Lettie" Lewiston, also known as Hogwart's Wild Child. Ever since Voldemort and his precious Death Eaters were defeated by Dumbledore's Army, Harry being the main hero, the remaining death eaters were taken immediately to Azkaban while the teenagers only got a short sentence as the ministry See's them as victims instead of accomplices. Draco Malfoy , Pansy Parkinson, Theodore knot, Blaise Zabini, and the other Pure Blood children that were involved have been away for an entire year, locked up in quarantine until the given End Date. Whilst they were away, a Transfer student arrived. Caused havoc to the society. Well, not entirety havoc- she's just....Wild. And by wild i meant: Party Animal, That girl has moves for sure. Alcoholic, can hold her liquor but she likes getting wasted. Absolutely HATES cigarettes, blow smoke within 5 steps away you will get that cancer stick yanked out of your fingers and into the trash. A WEIRDO. A solid virgin! (No one knows that one fact and it will stay that way - lettie) Smart, Quick-witted, loud, obnoxious. She fears no one except, her mother. Did i ever told you she has a twin brother? Well there you go, Fraternal Twins!A new year in Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and wizardry. This will be a very interesting year as it is Lettie's last year in school and the year where the Troublemakers go back to Hogwarts. As someone (as in who the fufu) , there is a very thin line between love and hatred...🤪---- My writing is a joke -i update whenever i want…

Vevoria

In the mystical realm of Veridora, darkness looms, threatening to devour the land. This is the tale of Neva and Kalien, two souls destined for different paths, whose fates intertwine in ways they never imagined.Neva, a valiant warrior, is haunted by the tragic loss of her father. With her unwavering resolve and affinity for elemental forces, she embarks on a perilous quest to protect Veridora from impending doom. Challenges abound as she navigates a world riddled with treachery and despair.Kalien, once a beacon of light, now walks a darker path. Consumed by pain, he delves into forbidden magic, seeking vengeance against Veridora. His heart is shrouded in shadows, but a flicker of yearning for redemption remains.Their paths intersect in a fateful encounter. Sparks ignite as opposing forces clash, blurring the line between love and hate. Bound by shared pain, they become reluctant allies against a common enemy. Their journey becomes a testament to the transformative power of empathy, compassion, and love.Neva's loyal friends, Jevina and Halio, offer support, while Kalien's confidant, Xon, challenges him. Family dynamics add complexity to their choices.Amidst trials and temptations, a prophecy emerges, hinting at love that can vanquish darkness. A final confrontation looms. Will their love defy the odds, bringing redemption and light to Veridora?Join Neva and Kalien on an extraordinary journey, where enemies become lovers, and love's redemption weaves hope into Veridora's fabric.…