Blasted Stories

Alistor hurt and his stupid stupid pride is not letting him willingly get any help and it's annoying the crap out of Rosie as Alistair Shadow is fed up and tells rosie what happens making Rosie not leave Alistors side trying to help him. but we'll see as The staff of the Hasbin hotel wonder what is happening between Alistair the second most powerful deam and the first most powerful demon Rosie. hi guys my name is MG and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do this is my first time posting a story like this publicly so there are going to be errors so don't worry and please have patience with me and I hope all of my 3:00am radiorose fans readers enjoy this also remember I don't own any of the characters or the drawings- sincerely MG also flûte means dang it! :)

Imagine looking outside your bedroom window and seeing a vampire burning holes into your soul with her sparkly blue eyes. And imagine she needed your help in preventing herself from being a complete bloodsucker. And what if she needed a place to hide, and you offered her your old childhood treehouse? Well then, you would have a vampire living in your backyard. Except, she isn't alone.

Nym has run into a Bolcrane. Will she escape? Or die trying? Find out when you read Run.

Earth: 2873. Planetary surveyors, sent out by High Command headquarters, travel to distant worlds to uncover ancient relics and map the terrain for future colonists. Vivian is one of these. Scarred by a past loss, she carries on to the best of her ability. But when she discovers the roots of a conspiracy that penetrates to the highest command, will her unshakeable resolve keep her from the danger lurking in plain sight?

"The system is breaking. Now's the chance to redeem yourselves." Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, and Liam Payne have been safe from the past reapings, but will the odds be in their favor this year? Take a guess. Will they survive? Or will all of them fall like their fellow tributes? Let the 90th Hunger Games begin.

When my fantasy, emotion, and impulse engulf me, poems like the ones I have here in this poetry collection, "Drip, Drop, and Drool", just flow into pieces of paper I could grab in that very moment. Random thoughts flow spontaneously that I tend oblivious of the theme being crafted thereafter. I mean no harm nor insult to anyone or anything implied or explicitly stated in this work of literature. It's purely fictional and mere coincidence, if any.

A mildly ridiculous story about a blasted book that controls the future and an affable nitwit named Steve.