An Inside Out fanfic, as I'm sure you can tell. Little drabbles into the life of someone self-dxed with bipolar disorder, interpreted through the mechanics of Inside Out, ignoring the gaping plotholes.

Because I don't know about the rest of you, but I was confused about some things when I first joined, and I wanted to compile some basic features together for all to see.

Luna is an assassin for hire. She loves the thrill of the chase, the victory of a fresh kill.

One issue: She doesn't have her licence to kill yet. She has her permit, but that comes with issues. No killing at night, keeping a log of her murders, and someone has to chaperon her, and no one is available except her mom. And while her brownies are excellent, it sort of kills the mood.

AKA: We're all a bit mad around here. Hello! Welcome to the personal journal of nine people and counting! We have Muse, who never stops plotting, Emily, who never stops feeling, McGee, who never stops analyzing, and Tim, who doesn't know how to deal with all of this, just to name a few of the members of this mess!

We're kind of insane and have some sort of dissociative disorder probably enjoy your stay.

Rides and Klef are back and better than ever--or so they'd have most believe. In actuality, they are working with their fellow Crusaders to stop an evil organization from destroying the world. In this sequel to The Poison Tree's Gardener, chaos, betrayal, and suspense are around every corner as emotions run high. Will Rides and Klef be able to stop this unknown force, or will they crumble under pressure?

I didn't fit.

Those three words chilled me to the bone, more than any other words ever could. Today was the day I was supposed to take my aptitude test, and see what jobs would be best for me to carry out once I graduated. What my college majors would be. It dictated your life, for the most part.

And I didn't fit in anywhere.

A series that I promised to make ages ago, based off my entry to the 3 Elements Contest with foodpanda.

In the year 2062, when studies and procedures in genetics have improved by leaps and bounds, but experiments which don't use completely human DNA are abominations, one scientist gets assigned to a fateful experiment: Experiment 52671-B, known by everyone as the Dragonborne Project. Is it possible that one child in one experiment could redefine the term humanity?

25,000 light years away, in the Canis Major Dwarf Galaxy (CMD), there is a solar system in peril. Earth colonies are formed in the solar system Blackwing, where a sentient species is discovered: dragons. But the when the original Terra government gets wind of this, they immediately try to impose their own will on the relatively docile species. Enter one dragon youth and their human friend, Socrates and Evelyn. Together they travel through Blackwing, making their own way in life, and helping those oppressed under the suddenly strict Terra rule. No need for questions, they're just making the Universe work for them.

Just a short piece describing my muse, because why not, seeing as she's been bothering me about it for weeks.

Another year passed, and what have I done?

A commentary set because my birthday happened again.

Stories my cousin writes for me when we visit each other. (See: she dictates, I write everything she says.)

Emily "Em" Rocket wasn't someone you'd probably ever hear about. And yet, she could rule the entire world if she so chose. Though for the most part she was fine with her flat in London. Then of course, there was the fact that every government official in America wanted her head.

My story for acerani's story exchange. For TheGreatEscaper, but the actual story won't be here until later tonight/first thing in the morning for me. Just thought the present should have a little tag on it now. ;)

A scene that popped into my mind. Might connect it to one of my stories, might not.

It told me not to talk. I'm not sure why, but I listened to it despite wanting to otherwise. I could hear my friends calling. Don't say anything,it whispered. I stayed silent.

First draft of a poem I have to write for school. First drafts are always the rawest. Don't read if you can't handle bullying, depression, self-harm, or suicide. That's what the entire poem is about: my dark days.

In the year 2062, when studies and procedures in genetics have improved by leaps and bounds, but experiments which don't use completely human DNA are abominations, one scientist gets assigned to a fateful experiment: Experiment 52671-B, called by some romanticists the Dragonborne Project. Is it possible that one child could redefine the term humanity?

I was in pitch black, nothing surrounding me to tell me where I was. But my feet seemed to know where they were going. I let them lead.

"You're so lucky you're in a county that allows you to prepare for college for free. Not many counties are doing this." Transfer me to one of those, then."If you're majoring in basket weaving, not a good idea." And English majors, I've been told, are no better."We need you to be ready for college." Because there are no jobs that don't need college, WE GET IT!"You need to have a plan, juniors!" Breathe. Breathe. Shut him out shuthimoutSHUTHIMOUT!!!"I'll see you soon!" Like heck you will. You're not forcing me into your boxes and shipping me off to college.

I'm looking into the mirror, but the person I see is not myself.

Shirley just can't get to sleep tonight.

A different writing style to my story with Dr. Mangle's notes, done for an English assignment. Thought you all might enjoy it.

What is a writer? You might not believe it, but it could be a lot simpler than you think.

The idea for a song that I may one day put to music, but for now is just poetry.

One word shouldn't be so hard to say.

Just one word.

But it's her world.

This is a nightmare I had when I was 2. I got over the fear-factor after a while, but my friends were creeped out by it when I told them. Enjoy, I guess?

Here's to you, the bravest of all.

A collection of one-shots describing OCs I've made and have or have not tried to use in a story that went nowhere but want to share anyway.

The insults filled her ears. She bit her tongue. Don't lash out.

​Don't cry.

Stop posting all my lame one-liners and puns?

I'd like to see you try and stop me.

Trapped in my house, trapped with my family, trapped with my thoughts.

You say things to try and keep me down. To belittle me, to make fun of me.

But you can't stop me from being myself.

Logan is the newest member of Team Rocket, the most infamous gang across both Kanto and Johto regions. Forced into joining by aer father, ae don't really want to follow in his footsteps. Especially when ae realizes that this gig involves stealing little kids' Pokemon. What is ae to do, however, if they want to please their father? It may seem counterintuitive, but...it looks like ae'll have to be a Pokemon Trainer!

In Greek mythology, you hear about the heroic demigods, the ones who slay monsters for a living. You don't hear about the passive Ares kid, the asexual Aphrodite child, or the son of Poseidon that's afraid of water. But they are more powerful than any of the heroes you hear about. They are the ones who find their own ways in the world.

A woman wakes up in a room she's never seen before, and has no idea who put her there. She only has two tools at her disposal: a radio and a phone, locked in a group chat with 9 people like her, and her abductor. Will she find out who put her there, or will she die before she can get answers?

Based on an idea by TheGreatEscaper

I've noticed that a lot of people have been asking for people to read/critique their stories. So I thought: why not start a sort of book-review blog? People can see what others think about their stories, and see stories that they might want to read themselves. And thus Just A Few Stories was made. Looking for fellow reviewers. All are welcome, drop a comment or a PM if you want a story reviewed!

Inspired by Linda Barry's 100 demons, I decided to make a list of my own, for my own demons I struggle with.

NOTE: I do have mental disorders, I have gone through plenty of trials in my life, and I expect many more. I am currently seeing a psychiatrist, am taking medication, and am looking for a therapist. While I appreciate people letting me know they are willing to talk, I am currently much better than I was even a year ago. I am grateful for the messages, but right now I am handling myself fine. Your concern is appreciated. =)

Dystopian novels are seen as some of the most popular genres today, but we never stop to consider...

What if that set-up is already here?

(LOOKING FOR SOMEONE(S) TO EXCHANGE PLOT IDEAS/BETA)

Writing fantasy 101, for dummies, smarty pants, beginners and experts. I will give tips, you could give tips, step by step and lots of other things to help you! So enjoy!

*If you leave any hate comments, you will be reported*

17 year old, Nubia Kaikara Lockenight has been plagued with teases and taunts about her dark skin since elementary school. When the harassment takes a turn for the worse, her parents have no choice but to put her in rehab. After completing her six-month stint, Nubia feels better than ever and could care less who says what about her skin color. However, she faces a bigger problem once she gets back into the swing of things at home and her past demons come back to haunt her.

Mark had been having horrible insomnia. Until Sean took a ticket to L.A. and moved in with Mark whether he wanted Sean there or not. Sean, dubbed as Jack, was a dear friend to Mark, and Mark has had a major crush on Sean for years. Now going through suicidal depression, he remains a conversation between people who can't understand. A stick of TNT lit from both ends. "I could tell you in detail how the sky bends and the moment when it's about to fall . . ." Are his words.

Can Sean save him from the dark? Or will Mark hit rock bottom​?

After the terrorist attack of 2039, the American people are seeking revenge. With the nation in shambles, it is up to James Henry Matthews II to take down the terrorist and bring America back to its foundation.

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James Henry Matthews II  is the common go-to guy for vengeance and murder, but after a mission gone wrong, he is scrambling to restore his honor and his life at home. However, with many twists and turns, James realizes things aren't as they seem. With the nation's hope and the guilt of his brothers death hanging on him, he may crack under the pressure. Will he and his friends complete the mission?

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Lucy Rodriguez is a young mastermind, and behind the terrorist attack of 2039. But when a mystery boy comes around, she begins to question everything she knows. What has she been hidden from? What should she do next? The answers to her questions lead to death, one way or another, but whose side is she on?

Thanks for checking out the intro to my novel! Now, here's for some dedications and why I wrote/am writing this.  :)

I got the idea for this novel for several friends of mine who have been struggling with family life / struggling with depression / ect... Though they go through this, they still have the time to keep me company and make me laugh. They'd tell me things they tell no one else and over time, it begins to affect people. So I intertwined it into this novel, what happened to them.

So I dedicate this novel to them. Cassidy, Jasmine, Jason, Leah, James.

If one has the courage to die,

then why not use that courage to change oneself first?

Do people die that easily?

or does everyone has this nature of being weak?

Or so I've thought ..

Then, Scar, why didn't you tell me?

*shortnote*

Hey, reader! A heyday for you! If you ever catch a glimpse of this novel, this is my first work. I soon hope to be writing more for you and be that buddy. Hope you enjoy :)