Chapter5 Stories

A fan-made platonic story of the prototype aka Oliver and his Mother-Y/N who awakes from her coma after a physical abuse attack protecting her son-Oliver from her abusive husband and she gave Elliot Ludwig permission to look after her son. Big mistake Doctor Y/n L/n. You will grow to regret it. Also no art belongs to me.

A series of what Ollie's life was like before becoming the Prototype. Ollie had a life before becoming Elliot Ludwig's Prototype. But what kind of kid was he? And how did he adapt to his new life as "the prototype".

You are an orphan at PlayTime co's Playcare... Well... You WERE an orphan. You didnt know it at the time, but you are one of the lucky few who actually got adopted instead of getting experimented on. And safe to say, your life was pretty good, a loving foster family, a good community, and tons of friend! It felt like you were finally leaving Playcare behind... That was... Until the letter arrived...

Let's try this again.

Similes on Chapter 5 lesson 2 vocabulary words.

There were two world wars right well now there three find out what the world issue is this time.

Dear Dairy, I met a boy . I forgot his name but he was cute. we we wher at a pool party . He left me on his shoulders and thru me up a little bit .It was fun in tell it was time to go home . he left and we pack up getting ready to go home.

#writingwithgrace Chapter 5 What happens when our characters can only communicate through group text? Who is hacking the system? And what could possibly bubble up on day 5 of freak week?

By: Mikayla Burke Casted out by her father and almost killed by Rainclan. Escaping the twoleg homes because of a message from Starclan that a great danger awaits in her clan...in all the clans. Being able to see through the eyes of Starclan she sees the darkness awaiting in her clan... her father. Will she be able to save the clans from her father's claws? Or will she die trying?

When the gang has to use group text to hide from the mysterious hacker, things go a bit . Although some is in the , that doesn't stop Mother Nature from raining on everyone's parade (or should I say... fire-ing...). A continuation of Grace Helbig (and YOU)'s novella, Freak Week.

To Caroline Grosvenor During the past year, in the intervals of an active life, I have amused myself with constructing this tale. It has been scribbled in every kind of odd place and moment - in England and abroad, during long journeys, in half-hours between graver tasks; and it bears, I fear, the mark of its gipsy begetting. But it has amused me to write, and I shall be well repaid if it amuses you - and a few others - to read. Let no man or woman call its events improbable. The war has driven that word from our vocabulary, and melodrama has become the prosiest realism. Things unimagined before happen daily to our friends by sea and land. The one chance in a thousand is habitually taken, and as often as not succeeds. Coincidence, like some new Briareus, stretches a hundred long arms hourly across the earth. Some day, when the full history is written - sober history with ample documents - the poor romancer will give up business and fall to reading Miss Austen in a hermitage. The characters of the tale, if you think hard, you will recall. Sandy you know well. That great spirit was last heard of at Basra, where he occupies the post that once was Harry Bullivant's. Richard Hannay is where he longed to be, commanding his battalion on the ugliest bit of front in the West. Mr John S. Blenkiron, full of honour and wholly cured of dyspepsia, has returned to the States, after vainly endeavouring to take Peter with him. As for Peter, he has attained the height of his ambition. He has shaved his beard and joined the Flying Corps.

"ITS ALL ABOUT" ROMANCE ACTION COMEDY......

I saw her...I saw her eyes first, then her smile and right then and there I new she was the one. It was a magical night for me; I have no clue about her. Now she is gone and out of my life forever and I’m hurt. I can't live without her but I guess I have to. She left without a thought... and I am left here with of are memories of that one night...

This was originally a quiz in quizilla but since I wanna share this work to you guys, maybe I thought I would post it here. Credits to hellgirl1998 back at Quizilla, lol, what am I talking about? THIS IS ME >:D Just have fun, doods....

Austin and Ally realise they love each other for the first time

Chapter 5 of Freak Week... #WritingWithGrace