A story of unlikely friends.

A knight who had been tasked on an urgent quest by the Queen happens to meet a forest elf who loves anything nature. The knight is hurt by then, and the forest elf heals him. The knight thanks him for his hospitality, and leaves. That was supposed to be the end of this story.

It would be, if not for the fact that the forest elf followed the knight out.

They're from different lands. Those lands are at war.

What if 25% of the population were forced to become a cult?

It was currently my second year of high school. All was going well. I had decent grades, but I didn’t play in any sports. I was kind of the quiet kid if you ask other people. But I'd always get into fights and shit. Then again, it always seemed like I hadn’t found the right people yet. I felt like I was alone, constantly. Until 25% of the population were lumped together like a bag of wet towels. Yeah, it’s that kind of story.*

**Thanks to @Bengolong for all his help and support into making this story for what it is!

All that needed to happen was a simple transport.

There and back.

All that Duncan needed to do was to accompany him.

Well, everything was simple up until the plane crashed.

*A story of survival and finding camaraderie in their most desperate hour*

What would you do if you had 5 minutes left to live?

A gut-wrenching yet sometimes bittersweet stories of individual, regular people, and what they did if they have 5 minutes left to live.

**Yes, this has been done before.

Yes,  I know.**

Anyone else accidentally write "me" instead of "my" and then reread it with a stereotypical Irish accent just for laughs?

EX: "Most of them eye the weapon I have on me belt"

"Me chest deepens just thinking about it"

you know, stuff like thatwill be in here

there's so many that I have I have to lump them SOMEWHERE

You are my inspiration ​​​​​​​

based on a true story

I found this gem in my documents, from 2021. This is supposed to be a comedy, but it's still pretty bad, at least to me.

So if you guys are doubting yourselves, just look at my writing from barely a year ago. I'd like to think that I've grown, at least a bit

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This is Strawberry News, and we have thought-provoking articles with page turning twists and turns!!

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**this is supposed to be satire**

I think I like him.

the endless abyss. . .

Isn't it?

Just stop saying that at this point

A humorous, comical, and wildly inappropriate story of the classic "knight saves princess" story we've all been told

"So unfunny it's funny"

Just something to keep my ideas flowing while editing a story. Hope you enjoy!

I'm sorry that you have to read this again

I dont know Im not usually like this

I wish you'd come over sometimes

I feel so alone sometimes

We don't even have to talk

We can just sit in silence

In the company of each other

Goddamn.

I wish I wasn't this alone

I wish I was like you

You know exactly what you're doing

With all those flashy clubs, sports, activities

I have no clue what I'm doing and,

Goddamn.

Why did it end up like this

Why do I always keep coming back

To you

But you treat me as something that once was

Do you even remember my name?

Goddamn

Its at the tip of your tongue,

isn't it?

The memory continues to fade

At one point, I'm just a forgotten memory

To you

Goddamn

I always found a way to control my feelings

but

They're coming back

And they're coming back at such a speed

That I don't think you, with your killer reflexes can catch it, because

Goddamn

I have no way to control this

It's so violent

I just want to be loved

by you

I wish you'd just come over sometimes.

He was known as Silent-Feet, in a town where the sun scorched your feet and burned your eyes. Having been trained as a weapon maker, he makes the weapons for monster hunters.

Oh, those spittin' monster hunters.

Read along as you discover the dangerous, witty, and sometimes mysterious life of Silent-Feet.

Note: This an poetry based story. Each chapter is a continuation of the story.

Summery is coming up soon..

The end of my world was not a meteor strike or nuclear war, not an alien invasion or viral outbreak. When my world's time was up it ended in ice, in cold and endless snow. Now my only hope for seeing my family alive again rests in a far-off place that may not even exist.

Helpless, James could do nothing about the injustice running rampant through his city. That is until one day, a mysterious being offered him power beyond his wildest dreams. Now imbued with strange abilities, he battles countless monsters alongside his fellow heroes, all the while drawing closer both to them, and the other-worldly stranger dwelling within his mind.