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Alyssa is just your typical eighth grader - an older sister named Elsa, a mother and a father, a best friend named Juniper. But one day Juniper arrives at school not to be the perfect friend she's always been, but to take Alyssa to Camp Half-Blood, a camp for demigods. Alyssa's whole world is turned upside down. The Greek gods are real, and so are monsters - but even in the insane world where the Greeks were right, there's hot guys. Alyssa's attracted the hottest one. And she likes him back. What will happen when the typical fairy-tale story is flipped, and suddenly the guy needs the saving? Alyssa sure is capable, but what if someone who she was sure was on her side isn't? What if a lot of people turn out to be that way?Follow along in the story of love and hate, light and dark, loyalty and betrayal. The story of Owl and Snake. PERCY JACKSON FANFICTION ALL COPYRIGHT STUFF GOES TO RICK RIORDAN NOT ME…

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No. Not the band. I mean, sure, I love them. But I'm not talking about that. I'm Stella Gardener, and imagining dragons? Well it just isn't in the picture. The band I can handle. But imagining? Pff. I don't have time for that. I'm at the top of the social pyramid. You don't imagine things at the top of the social pyramid. People imagine being you. Well, not really. I can't imagine. I can't. I can daydream about things I've seen and that really exist, but nothing else. My siblings are starting to act weird, though, and that really means something. Maybe imagining is so hard for me for a reason. Maybe I can't imagine because I don't believe, even a little, that there's anything beyond what I know. Is there?A story about how important it is to imagine. Complete fantasy... or is it?I update when I feel like it.Please don't copy my work.…

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The Black Widow. Cold, refined, mechanical killer. Can pretend to be anyone, can pretend to be anything. Not exactly new on the killing scene in Russia, and not anywhere closer to being caught, either. But one day on an everyday-type kill mission, she's interrupted by Clint Barton, known as Hawkeye on the field. She chooses to join him at SHIELD... goodness, where will things go? She's like a wolf among sheep in the SHIELD complex, and paperwork and the newly christened SS (softhearted Satan - AKA Clint) aren't going to make life any easier. She longs to kill, but it's too late to go back. What happens now?Well, love isn't next, you stereotyping fangirls. Love is for children. Isn't it?Here we go! Clint and Natasha from the beginning. I am making up their backstories as I go, so none of it fits in with Marvel's actual backstory for them. I've changed their ages, people they knew (mostly I'm adding my own characters for interest and such), and so much more about them. Don't trust any of the backstory in here! This is just for entertainment. I like to see it this way, though...THIS IS A MARVEL FANFICTION!Most of the characters and some of the plot outline come from Marvel. I have no rights over them. This is, however, my story, so please don't copy it! If you, reader, read anything that follows mine a little too closely to be original, then please inform me!Thank you guys so much for 4K reads!…

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let it be quiet if just for a moment. not silentjust quiet. listen to your breathingand your heartbeatand the world outside the window close your eyes and take a breath. appreciate the puddles of silenceas much as the street of sound. appreciate the hush. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't," and my second poetry book, "misty." I'm rather proud of them and how far I have come. ⚠️Unedited⚠️This is my poetry. Please don't copy it!Thank you for your support.…

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Just little blobs of writing. Updates are iffy and inconsistent since these stories are just me with writing block. Enjoy!…

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A road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along?Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️Unedited⚠️This is my poetry. Please don't copy it!Thank you for your support.…

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little slices of writing that try to express a list of things that make me happy.…

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Keep it in,Don't let them win. See the light,Even in the night. There's demons - yes, we know - But we can't let it show. So keep it quiet, except for here,And know that maybe help is near. Here they'll listen without seeing,Here you can speak without being. Mostly depressing. This is my creative outlet. Everything I write is straight from my head. Please don't copy anything!Thank you so much for 2K reads!Read my second poetry book, "misty."…

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Not my work; this is the work of a friend. It's a compilation of whatever I'm given. Enjoy!…

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When Kimberly's boyfriend ditches her for the head cheerleader - apparently, third isn't good enough, Nick needs first - she's heartbroken. What will she do now? What's a cheerleader without a hot boyfriend? She won't really miss Nick himself, Kimberly realizes. Does that make her a bad girlfriend? She's sure that Nick only dated her for the title, too.Uncomfortable with so much free time, Kimberly searches for something to fill the space, and comes across a flyer - for the Paper Hand Theater. Apparently, they make huge paper mache puppets and put on a play. Why not, Kimberly thinks, it's just as good as anything else would be.And this hippie puppet thing? It makes Kimberly feel so free, so light without all of the social expectations. She's flying on the ground.In "dear diary" form.THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES AND INVITE YOU TO POINT THEM OUT. This is my story! Please don't copy it. As told primarily from Kimberly's POV.…