🥔WASTED POHTAHTOH🥔

Yosh! I'm Tamaki No also known as Wasted Pohtahtoh. Do you know why Wasted Pohtahtoh? No? Welp too bad, I didn't know too. So we're quits. May I ask if, do you know me? No, Again? To Bad... Should I

Dark tales by Teresa.

“Papa can we go see the red river?” The red river was a river behind the gates of our village. Everyday it flowed beneath the gate and nourished our crops, quenched our thirst and served as a bathin

Can You Grant My Only Wish? Part TWO

"Someone is calling... is that my name?" The voice felt like a chant to him. It rolled smoothly like a beautiful melody in his dreams. "Xie Qianfan" it continued to sing. The ground is cold, damp an

Love?

Hello guys , its a story about a girl's feeling . The girl standing at a hill , thinking smthg . what she is thinking ?, what is it making her mind gone blank? Its love she is thinking does she d

Childhood & love in foreign country based chat sorry { still in my heart}

how will you feel if you were seperated from your parents in childhood and was raised by maternal grandparents in foreign country, but then suddenly you were asked to leave your maternal grandparents,

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Diary of Aliya

February 26, 2070 -Friday- I first came to scornville high as the new transfer student in class 1A. My name is Aliya Skya, I am 14 years old and there I meet my very first friend, Zara Vila she's my

The Hidden Side of Her is Talking

There is a classroom where everyone have the same grade level but, different attitudes, interests, faces, or should I say different personalities. Among them, there is one that sticks on the corner of

Continue ,,,

Lumipas ang ilang taon si Rio ay lumaki na at naging ganap na binata si Rio ay labing 18 gulang na , nalampasan ni Rio ang pag hihirap at sakit sa Araw² na pakikipag laban sa lahat ng mga nakakatak

The Mysterious Number Overhead

*** --- I woke up to a world that had changed in a way I couldn’t understand. It started with a jolt, a sudden shock that tore me from sleep. My heart raced as if I’d been dreaming of something terr

Three years later

Hospital — Neonatal Unit Two days after the surgery, Moon sat in a wheelchair, Bianca pushing her gently through the quiet hallways. When they reached the glass window of the neonatal unit, the nurs

Hi everyone, I'm a new writer and I...

Hi everyone, I'm a new writer and I'm writing my first chat story " A Vampire's Love". Please check summary about story in its discription and show some support♥️ This story will contain some spicy ch

I am All ALONE

Having no friends doesn't have to mean that you feel lonely. There's nothing inherently dangerous or unhealthy about being alone. It's perfectly possible to have a full and exciting life when you're p

E...E...The number

THE NUMBER OVER MY HEAD IS .... It's the number of people died near you!! A 10 years old girl Lisa,standing in the assembly hall of her school with her friends....today is the 1

Miracle of my Life

This is story about girl who is known about the rules of the world.So Lets start. In the light of sunshine we seen a girl who is standing infront of mirror and talking from own self. This girl is high

it's better to.

It's better to burn Than to fade away It's better to leave Than to be replaced.

Love Scar

I know I went too hard on myself For your Love, Affection, Caring.... But I got pain, and nothing in return All I craved for, is now nothing to me... Even if I get a chance to rewind everything And

my paranormal experience which I still feel

me and my family movedto a new banglow, when I entered it I got a weird feeling but I shook it off. it was our first day in this banglow and I was peacefully sleeping. I felt something heavy on my che

Thank u for your support

I am so happy when someone read either my post-story, chat story or my novels, this platfrom had given me opportunity to released my dream of becoming a writer though I'm not a profesional. Thank yo

Burning ashes

He had never trusted the silence of the woods—especially not when even the birds refused to sing. That kind of quiet was never natural. It was a warning. And today, it screamed. The scent of smoke dr