Six high school students looks like anyone else acts like anyone else but are capable of things no one else is. They learnt from a young age no one that means NO ONE can know about their powers even their parents and other siblings. It brings out the true friends and those who just want to use you. In the end, what do you do when your closest friend betrays you? This is the story as they try to keep their biggest darkest secret of what they are capable of and as they discover they're not the only ones like them... I am not very good at trigger warnings before individual chapters but there is mention of blood, cold abuse and parents divorcing. (But read at your own risk in case I mention something else. I am working on rewriting this story and when I do there will be the trigger warnings in the correct places.) (small teaser.) No one sees me. I am a ghost. I brush against the wooden fence. No one will believe it was me who disappeared into a fence and appeared on the other side of school. I stare at my brother. He made eye contact with me, confirming my suspicions. We both saw it. Whoever that was is like us. "Did you just see that?" I ask "You're that person my brother and I saw," He says. Oh no... Why then? "Wait! You're-" Completed just editing. (Don't be too harsh please)

She has PTSD. He has epilepsy. He's on the football team and she's in choir. She's introverted and shy. He's extroverted and popular. He's determined to keep his secret, while she's been stuck in survival mode since her sister died. They're opposites. But sometimes opposites attract, right? When they meet at a support group, he's terrified she will unleash his epileptic secret to the world, but they're destined to be something else. Soon they're hopelessly in love. Real love. But when disaster strikes, can they keep this love together, or will it tear them apart? Read to find out and don't forget to vote and follow! (All criticism welcome) (#2 in Unlikelylove) (#1 in epilepsyawareness) (#1 in socialoutcast) (#1 in servicedog) (#2 in schooldance) (#2 in dedicated) (#1 in epilepsy) (#4 in paraplegic) (#4 in musiclover)

We all die someday right? That may be the truth unless you are granted with the gift of immortality. Now what do you to make your time on earth, worth living? ---- When a demon is suddenly created into this world, with no knowledge and no giving purpose of why he's there in the first place, he begins to interact with the world itself and the residences among the beautiful land to realize that mortal beings don't really appreciate his presence. It's not until a girl is welcomed into his life after bumping into him one day in the forest and she seems to be different from the others. With her help, he will soon realized that it may take a lifetime away to figure out the reason he was given the chance to be apart of this beautiful lie we call living. (Warning: I wrote this at 16, the plot is... ehhhhh)

I see how people die. It only happens the first time I touch someone. A handshake. My arm brushing yours on the subway. All of it. So much noise, every day and all the time. Drives a girl crazy after a while. If there's no skin contact, my head belongs to me for a few more seconds each day. I've seen every scenario. Except for one. I've never played an active role in a death. That is, until now. Copyright © epicmishamigo 2019 July 25th 2019- October 8th 2019

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

Miracle Deveraux Kind, forgiving, caring, smart and overall an amazing person. One of the nicest people anyone could get the pleasure of knowing. But she struggled to believe any of this, with each day that past. She thought she was: Annoying, incompetent, worthless, an attention seeker. Replaceable. You see she was always a happy girl growcing up until coming towards the end of middle School. In the beginning of 7th grade was when the torment began. Physically and mentally. She grew up disabled. She had cerebral palsy. Mathias DeLuca Rich kid, spoiled, lacrosse player, popular guy. Man whore personified. One of the biggest assholes you could ever come across. But what few failed to realize that he was more than that. Yes he was still kind of an asshole. Yet, he wasn't spoiled everything he got he had earned. He and his father were always close but they started drifting apart when his mother died in a car accident. This was several years ago. His father got remarried to lucious Wright's mother: Head of the school board. He and his father didn't always see eye to eye on things but they were still extremely close. When his mom died he started having panic attacks and nightmares about the night in question. He was broken and he needed a Miracle to fix him [Word Count: 70,000 - 80,000]

“I had another of those dreams.” “Hm.” “It was a beautiful dream.” “Oh, really?” “I could fly.” “Cool.” “You were in my dream too.” “Was I?” “Yeah, I picked you up and you flew with me.” “I’m sure it was nice.” “Yeah, it was. It was a beautiful dream.” “So you said.” “I wish I could fly.” “Me too.”

Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION, PLZ DONT CRITISIZE IT TO HARD ^-^ I try to leave most of your aesthetic traits to you however I do just say some of them. WARNING: in this story you are depressed and have social anxiety. it sucks in reality (ik from experience) but I have some ideas on how to use these to a romantic fan girl advantage. ;). in this story you don't have any powers (sorry) but you are really strong and independent. you also have a pair of twin katanas that you carry around with you everywhere. your parent shipped you away for the summer. a town is visible from the small plane window. surrounded by a forested area it seemed pretty secluded. it might not be such a crappy summer vacation after all. I was really glad when I managed to get my katanas trough airport security too. I might have some time to practice. the weird sensation of someone following you snapped you back to reality. when you saw that no on was behind you calmed down and went back to planning how to not make the summer suck but for the rest of the day, you knew, someone was definitely following you.