Noise Stories

A baby? On a battlefield? Marcus is a clerk in the Imperial army. When he finds an abandoned baby on a battlefield, he has no idea what to do with her. His best friend is no help; he thinks Marcus is a sucker for taking the kid in. The slave who ends up babysitting the child is no better; she thinks Marcus has ulterior motives - bad ones. Not only that, but two mysterious female assassins appear on the scene. Whether they intend to harm the baby or protect her, Marcus isn't sure. It doesn't help that the assassins have magical cloaks that allow them to turn into birds at any time. Marcus and his friends soon find themselves caught up in things they doesn't understand: the child has some connection to an ancient prophecy, one that could have implications for fate of the Empire itself.

Ella Langridge moved from Canada to England for a reason she doesn't know - her parents won't tell her. She puts up with her father's ever-rising temper, hides his carvings, and puts up with everything he does to her. She falls for Fox - the average-looking guy that almost everyone wants to date - and he sends her the first Valentine's Day card she's ever received. But there's a twist. Tom begins to haunt her, her father goes out on more 'business' trips, and Fox gets under her skin. All Ella has to find out is 'Why?'

Note: I'm putting the fic on temporary hiatus for a bit. RN I'm working on a comic and that's The year is 2033. Hogwarts Online launches and attracts three unlikely players. Peppino, an Italian-American chef struggling to keep his family-owned business afloat. Anton, a demolition laborer working to make ends meet in downtown Detroit. And Wario, a jack-of-all-trades dead set on one-upping his rival and achieving unimaginable levels of fame. When these three forces collide and strike up a friendship, they're none the wiser of the challenges they'll have to overcome together in both worlds. How will they assist each other through individual hardships? How will their friendship develop as they start sharing their deepest secrets? And how will they stand together when unknown forces strike from behind the scenes? Cover art by @Kris_does_twt on Twitter Chapter Art for 0-2 by @LockusPockus on Twitter Chapter Art for 3-? by @ToadP_ on Twitter Note: I'm putting the fic on temporary hiatus for a bit. RN I'm more focused on a fan comic I'm working on for Spirou.

Loneliness in a crowd of people. Loneliness in an infinite galaxy.

When 17 year old Abigail sees a report on the news showing the sudden disappearance of 500 people at a United Nation Conference in New York City, she knows something is up. Her parents were in New York City at a UN conference during the disappearance. But something happens that day that changes everything. Will Abigail figure out what it is? And will Abigail get through it? Read and find out!

Poems about happiness, hope, and enjoyment. Poems about negativity, depression, and loneliness. Read and review please!

Poetry book. Diverse themes. Short, sad; playful and maybe morbid poems -not simultaneously xP

Ask the noise anything from pizza tower!! if you don't know what pizza tower is then please watch some gameplays and theories on it before clicking this 😁 Pizza tower Available on Steam!

Cecylia is a fautix (pronounced "Faw-tix" for those of you who can't figure it out) who lives in Fastina. A lot of new words, I know. Don't worry, you'll find out what they mean in the story. Anyways, one day she is given a prophecy from the dying breath of a stranger-- in her kitchen. Will her strengthened hearing help her find the truth behind the lies others of Faustina are entangling in her life line?

They woke up one day to the loudest noise they'd ever heard. What is it? Where is it coming from? Is it even possible?

Crappy Pasta

I. Am. Meow.

A short work on what I miss most about life before COVID-19.

Poetry published May 2012- May 2013 (Written 2003-2013) Dedicated to my sister, those who followed in Viper's footsteps, and America.

Fangirlfiction

Your screams are quiet, but your silence is deafening.