Mystery Writer

Y’all don’t expect greatness- my brain runs at 2am so that’s when I write. Want something good to read then this isn’t the place cuz it’s all random junk in my writings 🫠

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Mystery Writer

Y’all don’t expect greatness- my brain runs at 2am so that’s when I write. Want something good to read then this isn’t the place cuz it’s all random junk in my writings 🫠

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Mrs. Jackson’s Class

Mystery Writer

1 min read

So if x= sqaureF- wha? Is she saying letters now? Did she even say F?? Help please? You know who’s going to need help? Ronald if he kicks my chair one more time.

Would she notice if I get my art notebook out to draw- considering last time she tore my drawing cuz it was on school paper. But the art book is still school paper- half the people here are on there phone.

Why is her hair li...

Humour

Party Killer

Mystery Writer

1 min read

*not completely finished*

Do you know what it’s like to never be able to have a friend? To never be your real self? The people who know the real me don’t trust me, to them I’m simply just the kid who kills. But it’s not my fault my life’s like this- it’s just not fair. But I’m way past being sad or upset about my upbringing, I’m angry. Angry at the person who brought me into this business. Angry ...

A Villains Tale

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3 min read

*this doesn’t follow the prompt!! Just needed somewhere to write!!*

“Your getting in over your head! Why would you ever want to destroy the world?!” Shouted the hero, who was slouched against the ruble bleeding.

“You hero’s always have that same mindset! Darling you can’t simply try to be good, in this world if you want to destroy the monster, you have to become one yourself! If y...

Humour

YA fiction

Little Game

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1 min read

“Let’s play a little game~” said the man with dark, shaggy hair, and icy eyes that pierce through your soul. “W-what do you want from me?” I begged. “Why, did I not say? I want to play a little game.” He replied back. “What game…” I asked knowing I would dread the answer he gave me. “A game… where you have to face your deepest, darkest, most horrifically terrifying fears.” He told me this as if I ...

Horror

Not A Story But A Real Convo

Mystery Writer

1 min read

“If you jump from that tree I’ll take your gummy worms away”

*does it anyway*

“HOLY HECK BAILEY WHAT DID I SAY?! STOP RUNNING AND GIVE ME THE WORMS!!! GET BACK HERE”

“NEVERRRR I WANT THE GUMMYSSS”

“ILL TEXT YOUR MUM BAILEY DONT MAKE ME DO IT”

And that my fellow humans is just another Tuesday in my life...

Humour

News Article

Mystery Writer

1 min read

Boring… boring… not funny… ah, I see they finally caught on about last night. Last night was quite exciting, the pools of blood that dripped onto the floor was absolutely stunning, the way it shimmered a dark red in the light. The only thing I don’t love about this article is that they didn’t capture the actual scene, instead it’s just some boring police chief. I don’t get why he’s getting all the...

Crime, mystery & thriller

Fireworks

Mystery Writer

1 min read

Stupid. He’s absolutely stupid if he thinks no one will get hurt in this. Asher was about to make the prank that will lead to someone getting hurt, or worse. Why would he do this? For the popularity? No, I’m sure there’s something about him that’s wrong in the head because no one sane would do something like this. Asher was about to ‘pull the prank of a lifetime’ as he put it, well I think that he...

Bedtime Stories

Mystery Writer

1 min read

When you think of a 7 year olds favorite story, you might think of something like cat in the hat or maybe a book about unicorns, well not Ashlyn. Ashlyn was a fan of anything that scared her. She loved horror movies, crime documentaries, and especially horror stories. Her favorite was a book called the support group. It was a book about a girl who was in a therapy group for mental illnesses. This ...

Horror

Crime, mystery & thriller

Little Blue Butterflies

Mystery Writer

1 min read

I was only about 6 years old when I died. My mother told me to get water from the well, why didn’t I listen to her? If I listened I wouldn’t have followed that little blue butterfly. No, I can’t blame my death on myself, there was no one who could know that the butterfly would lead me to my death. I just wanted to see the butterfly up close, so I followed it. The little blue butterfly was beautifu...

Fantasy