Patchwork Stories

The Patchwork of Oria's life has been created in the Scraps of District 8, a place of abandoned Warehouse's, derelict buildings and fabric dumps. Join Oria as she goes from factory Scrap to glory as the unlikely Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games. Cross posted on fanfiction.net ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ #1 Patchwork - 22/01/24

Im Leben der 17-jährigen Brook geht es zur Zeit drunter und drüber und das nicht nur wegen ihren Eltern. Nach der Studienfahrt nach England, welche nach Bristol gegangen ist, kommt sie nach hause, wo sie nicht nur fest stellen muss, dass ihre Mutter ausgezogen ist, sondern ebenfalls das ein paar neue Menschen eingezogen sind. Und über eine Person kommt sie einfach nicht hinweg. Er ist hier... als ihr neuer Stiefbruder... ob das gut gehen wird?

Peter Patchwork is an everyday average kid. but there's just one problem: He Frankenstein. A 21st Century Frankenstein. Using the help of his new Friends, Alice, William, and Jacob, he plans to stay in the little town of Amity, for people want him hurt, run out of town, and worse: Dead.

A rich girl who always gets what she wants. Has a boyfriend who loves her and a best friend who adores her. What more could you ask for? But all of that only happens on the side of seventeen year old Chloé Estelle de Chambord's life. Her mother died when giving birth to her sister, Emilie-Rose Chanel de Chambord three years ago. Now the dad has a girlfriend. But she already has a daughter. And now they want to move in together. Summer is almost over and it's time to get ready for school. But no one shops for school supplies in the upper east side of New York. That's what employees are for. It's time to get your affaires in order to start the most important year of your life. Senior year of high school.

It isn't easy being someone else's patchwork.

Description is a Work-in-Progress.

Let's start at the beginning. "My name is Georgia Jeanne Bigam." --Overcome abuse. "My name is Daniel Pease." --Fight in a war. "My name is Johlene Bailey." --Change peoples' lives. "My name is Craig Smith." --Fuck it all to hell.

Q&A for Patchwork_Leafturtle

"Why do you only talk to rag dolls, Emma?" A story of a girl who sees things differently, and of the friends who accompanied her all along.

Interviews with the Patchwork Team!

Yoongi and his dad are moving into The house of jimin family because Yoongis dad and Jimins mom are in a relationship. Yoongi is really attracted to jimin but jimin is straight. Yoongis goal is now to turn Jimin gay. Will he make it or will he fail? BoyxBoy YoonMin I'm really sorry about my crappy English I'll try my best

Warning: Absolutely nothing interesting happens in this entire fan fiction, so read at your own risk (of brain damage). Uhh... This story is about Daniel Virgil Maisonneuve who goes under the professional name "Sub Urban"... I assume sometimes he goes to the grocery store, so this is what I'd imagined it'd be like. You might know him from that song that got popular on TikTok "Cradles". Which totally slaps, but the first time I heard it I was like "Holyshit I should be the first person to write a 20 page nonsense story about this dude," and it turns out... I am. The problem is, this fan fiction is almost entirely filler. Nothing happens at all, I just go off on tangents of shit I either made up in my head or stuff I googled as I was going... I toyed with the idea of adding citations but decided to leave up to the reader. Good luck on trying to figure out which of the facts are real and which are the reason people recommend I go back to therapy. Anyway, Danny, if you're reading this, I hope you hate it. I hope you stay up all night staring at the ceiling and wondering where you went wrong. All you ever wanted to do was write music and now random people on the internet are writing convoluted fan fictions about you. This is your life now. You've made your bed, now sleep in it. Illustrations by @edgeofsane on IG , please follow her because her art is dope

"somewhere, in this cold, dark world, there is a town that goes by the name Pestin. Pestin is a very quiet town. Empty houses line the cold and dismal roads. At the end of one of these roads lives a deserted mansion. Only few know the incredible story that hides behind its moldy green brick walls" "October 23rd, 1918. Everything was stripped from us... our pride, our families, even parts of our bodies." "On October 23rd, four sixteen year old children and their dog, went missing... they were never found and presumed dead six months later... " " this completely destroyed their families... they died unhappy... " " nothing was heard from these kids until 100 years later... " This is my first story, it's also a comic but I haven't made time to draw it... so it's just like this for now. It will probably be better if I completed the story here so I can draw it out later....

Just one-shots of our baby James Phelps!!

Blair the young girl with a passion for blood guts and chainsaws murders her parents in cold blood and is now living on Elm street when a bunch of mysterious characters take her in. yes u guessed it.. how will the new member of the creepypasta household defend herself? you gotta read it!