Okay, before this even starts, let me see who I have written and planning to write (aka the cast):

**ERSTA — Orphaned girl**

**DANIE — Ersta’s younger brother**

**ALYSAN — Orphaned girl **

**ERSIS — Alysan’s older, manipulative male cousin**

**QYNN — Regular teenager**

**BROOKE — Construction worker**

**TYANA — Yandere girl**

**ASTRA — Teenager who can communicate with the stars**

**JASPER — Circ...

I looked right and left. “Ash… Tiwaki…. Jasper…. Rose… Martin… I wrote about you in Galaxy wars! And… Ava and Chloe? From Ava Rides Her Bike and Chloe’s bad day? I haven’t thought of you since I was a little six year old…” I’m down on my knees, crying becuase I’m so, so happy that all my creations are in this room with me. All my protagonists, friends of protagonists. More stream in— my characters...

I get onto the Google Docs and start typing in words. My friends and I all share a doc, where we write crazy and fun fantasy stories. We all represent a character and we all write the stories. The main character of these chronicles is named Terry. Hence the name: Terry the Country Cockroach Chronicles.

I start typing about Terry, a crazy and annoying country cockroach, going to its job as a pr...

GUYS BE WARNED THIS CONTAINS OLD GACHA LIFE WILLIAM AFTON, WARRIOR CATS, WINGS OF FIRE CHARACTERS, AND SOME RANDOM FNAF LORE I’M SO SORRY—

( let’s just pretend we casually drop into one of those gacha life rooms that are like ‘ william aftons fangirls are stuck in a room with him for 24 hours!!🥲🥲)

( P.S. If you dont understand any of these topics just scroll :’) )

I sat on the floor, confused...

The room is so quiet. Too quiet.

The faces that stare back at me… don’t stare back at me at all. Some stare at their hands or at the floor. Some tap away at phones while others are hunched in corners, heads buried. Some are tall, others are short. There are dark ones and light ones, girls and boys, every body shape under the sun. But somehow, they all look the same. Sad. Hopeless. On the verge of...

I swear, I had nothing to do with any of this. One minute I was sitting at my desk, banging my head over schoolwork, and the next I’m in a room filled with people.

Now, it might sound crazy, but I know feel like I know every single of of them. For example, the one standing in front of me, she has long red hair and blue eyes. She looks tough, and has a sword hanging from her hip.

The guy next t...

“Why did you hurt me?” Said the young woman holding a child to her chest. _Clean The Wound._

“Why did you kill my daughter?” Asked the man dressed in rags. _Little Bird’s Little Eyes._

“Why did you kill my brother?” Pleaded the older girl. _Stars Of The Past._

“Why did you make him take me?” Asked the young girl. _Don’t Walk Home Alone._

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The names of all their stories came to me as...

I gaze around at my characters. The troubled, the lost, the happy, the powerful. All of them. I smile at the quartet, Wren, Beatrice, Ignatius, Clive with a halo around his messy hair.

I notice a few that I almost forgot about. Akiva, Athena, Camille, Alex with his halo, Nathan, Vinnie, Layla, Bev, and Phoebe

They all look at me. Some are angry, mostly Clive. He shouts at me, screaming. “Why di...

Okay, this is how it all started. I was working on a my story on Google Docs and this large ad that took up most of the screen popped-up and said on it, “Fiction→Reality" start your free trial today." Like with most ads, I went for the teeny tiny 'x' in the corner, but somehow the computer was controlling the movement of my mouse on the screen. It happened so fast that I wasn't able to stop myself...

I opened my eyes to see every character I ever wrote around me, all staring down after me. I looked around, I recognized all of them: Michael, Autumn, Colby, Jamie, Edoria, Blaze, Jayden, Peter, Grace, Navy, Pat… all of them. Blaze and Blaze are of even complications because Blaze is a prince elf with a terrible backstory, and Michael was bitten by a zombie and slowly losing his sanity. Eden was m...