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Higher Ground

Higher Ground

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Inspired by the Tv show of the same name.This is the story of 9 high school students from around the country, who have been sent to Beacon of Hope, a boarding school for 'at risk' teens. They each have a past as well as closely guarded secrets and have all dealt with trauma in one sense or another.They'll have to learn to trust and love again in a world that was simply too cruel for their young ages. Luckily for them, John Stilinski started this camp that combines outdoor bonding activities with schooling just for students like them who come from broken homes or got mixed up in illegal activities.…

My Tumblr Works

My Tumblr Works

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A collection of my tumblr works, put here on Wattpad. @starshipsofstarlord on tumblr, I write multifandom imagines. I will not take requests through this site, I only do through tumblrAll these fics are my own, I have written them myself, so if you want to put them in one of your works, ask. ThankyouI still have many works that I need to transfer over, and I am in the midst of doing that All are x readerFandoms include; marvel, dc, teen wolf, supernatural, shadowhunters, outer banks, 5sos, harry styles, vampire diaries, true blood, the Witcher, 13rw, the order, from dusk til dawn, skins, the devil all the time and more!πŸ’‹ = it includes smut, may be mature for some readers…

Funny Tales Of Blazelite

Funny Tales Of Blazelite

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Funny tales and things that happened to me.!CAUTION! DO NOT DRINK ANY DRINKING LIQUID WHILE READING THIS, YOU WILL EITHER CHOKE OR SPIT OUT YOUR DRINKING LIQUIDSOME PEEPS IN THIS BOOK:@RamenEatingMonsterOA@Cupsnoodles@SlyvieLlama@ChessbrodNote: This is PG-PG13 humor.RANKED #799 IN HUMOR IN ?/?/17RANKED #896 IN HUMOR IN 1/12/18RANKED #894 IN HUMOR IN 3/1/18RANKED #532 IN HUMOR IN 3/30/18RANKED #490 IN HUMOR IN 4/24/18RANKED #817 IN HUMOR IN 5/16/18RANKED #372 IN "LMAO"1ST PLACE IN HUMOR IN THE NIGHT TIME AWARDS 2018!…

Minecraft Story Mode Doodles And Things!

Minecraft Story Mode Doodles And Things!

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Just a random book about random stuff relating to MCSM…

No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

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Annabelle Lee-Davis. Hazel's never met her, or even seen her, but she's in love. Annabelle runs a blog called No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar. It's all black and white - photos, art, writing. It's also the top reason Hazel is happy at the moment, other than her two best friends at college. Hazel was told that she'd never meet Annabelle. And deep down, she knows it to be true. So sleep is precious until maybe one day the distant, serendipitous dream might come into her real life. But if it doesn't, she'll be fine. [started Dec. 2016/finished Oct. 2017] [word count: 67k] [literally just fluff; read this when you're sad or something]…

Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.

Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.

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A collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry.For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interrupt that my work has some actual capabilities of reaching out and affecting someone's day or even their own life. So, please, if you like the poetry that I've consciously poured my heart, soul and thoughts out, please, leave a comment, or vote for how much this piece or any other of my poetry has helped. If it has given you hope, acknowledgement, or just an awareness that someone, like me, knows exactly what you can go through first hand, let me see how much it affects you. Even the 'poet' needs some love shown. :)Copyright Β© 2015-2017 By T. A. Hinson All Rights ReservedAll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.*Chart Achievements:Peak: #1 πŸ† [mywords]Peak: #2 [WordArt]*New Peak Position: #3 TAHinsonPeak: #10 [madman]…

AS I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MB\S

AS I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MB\S

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"that's just me, guy from the future who doesn't belong""I'm a chorno expert not a tourist!" 'I'm wondering if we change the timelines or... if they change us.' Make your own future. Make your own past. It's. All. Right. Now! " " don't ever ever want to look back. The future's blurry but the past is a trap. I might be staring at my last chance.' (Arrowverse\CW'S THE FLASH MULTIVERSE\STATUS \RP\MBS\ SMBQ book)…

My Randomness Again!

My Randomness Again!

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*Without Me by Eminem plays faintly in the background* What, did you really think I'd only make one?…

Lake George (h.s)

Lake George (h.s)

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The boy that lived across the lake.Lake George, New York.Population 3578-The gas station was dark, cold, and abandoned. Looking around, I spotted a young looking man, one leg propped against the wall of the convenience store, his emerald orbs staring into my soul. I didn't realize that he was watching my every movement, from the moment my rusty jeep entered the station. Suddenly, as I walked around the jeep, the man had took long steps towards me. His eyes didn't leave mine for a second, and I took a step back. He quickly wrapped his tattooed muscular arms around my waist, one hand running through the exposed skin of my back as my shirt rose up. "Get away from me you creep," I exclaimed, glaring into his beautiful eyes.A hand tattoo peaked out from his chest, and the glare of the moon made it shine brightly. Smirking, he nuzzled his sculpted nose into my neck. His arms roamed places that they shouldn't have; he was a stranger. "Baby, now that I've seen you, I'm not sure I can stay away," he whispers huskily into my ear. Goosebumps had rose from the breeze, and I gasped as he pulled me closer.-I push through tourists pointing at the skyscrapers soaring the night skies, rushing to get down to the subway station at the corner of the block. Hundreds of civilians run down with me, hoping to catch the Coney Island Bound Q train that was about to abandon the rest of the late running commuters. Arriving at Downtown Brooklyn, I spotted my obvious 9 floor school; Brooklyn Technical High School. Going to a school with almost 6000 kids, everyday brought something new. 1 week later, my mom announces our move upstate to Lake George, NY. Still New York you say? For miles, you can see nothing but roads and the woods.Walking down the abandoned roads, I could always sense eyes watching me. Eyes glaring into my soul, from the shadows behind the woods. What really could be lurking in those shadows?…