BOOK IDEAS FOR EVERYONE, Keara Masterson [best chinese ebook reader .txt] 📗

Coffie (yes, im a bad speller)

"my life is long and bleak without coffie." I grumbled while rubbing my eyes. Morgan looks at me in confusion. " i didnt know you drank coffie?" I glower at her. "Exsacly why im always depressed."

Necromancer

 necromancers control ghosts. Ghosts are eco's of the soul. The soul is everything you are, will be, would be, and could be. Your past, present, future, and could be future.

Gargling Gargoyles

" How can you not notice someone fallowing you!?" He yelled. " By it being dark and someone broke my nose earier!" I countered. " that dosent efect your ears, now does-" he paused and paled relizing his mistake. " im sorry-" I cut him off. " Oh go gargle some...some gargoyles!" I snap, throwing my hands in the air. He raises an eyebrow. " Gargle a gargoyle?" I grind my teeth and glare. " Shut up, it was all I could think of."

Evil wearing pink

 "Why do people always assume cool or evil people always wear black? Can i not be evil if I wear yellow, or pink?" I blink with surprise. "Are you saying your going to wear pink?" I ask. His eyebrows shoot up and he gags." Oh hell no. I like black. It looks cool." He smeirks, flaunting his black leather jacket. I smack my forhead with my palm. Idiot.

Dare to dance (fandom)

 Nero bows to Dante. " Shall we dance?" Dante is surprised for a second before replying "Why who wouldnt want to dance with someone as fair as you?" Nero looks up shocked, and blushes slightly. Dante winks mockingly.

Reality

 I once dremped i saved someone. I know that doesnt sound strange to you, but it made me happy. Im rarely happy. Trully happy. Sure ill laugh and smile, but then reality seeps back in. And what is reality you ask? Reality is the harsh coldness that sinks into your heart, always there, always watching. I read, i play vidio games, i pretend that my life isnt two layers. One of pretence that the people around me see, then reality; the truth. Few know the truth about me. But then why do you care? You dont know me, and i certinitly dont know you.

Awake at last

 zombies are people who are forced into a halusination, and one wakes up.

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i open my eyes lazily. Everythings blurry. I cant remember much. A man... Who? Was he atacking my sister? I blink thickly and look around. Some people are lying on the ground. I lift my heavy legs and move towards a woman and shake her shoulder. "Ma'am?" I ask through a gravely mouth. I frown. Something doesnt feel right. I shake her again. Her head rolls to the side showing her glassy wide eyes and a bloody bite chunk showing on her cheek. My mind reels. I take my hand back and stagger away. I look around me in a new horror. All these people...they must be dead.

winged

Girl experiment with long macanical wings made from titanium with wires and ribbons of titianium rapping around her bones keeping her safe from non-projectial weapons. Strengthens her and keeps her wings part of her. Bones are impossible to break, but pain is still there if she gets crushed. 

mix breed of death

 A blue tinted storm colored blade with a courps grey handle. Black boots with a spick pointing outwards. and small buckles holding the boot side togeather. To unsespecting victoms, unaware or many daggers and sharp neetles hidden in boots, sleaves, shirt, pockes, belt, and cloak. The ebony cloak covored in twilite sky symbos, the black shirt- ash died bones stiched in, and pants. pants covered in almost-invisable pockets, and a belt with more spike and attached is two ivory scabbords. One for the sword and another for a long dagger. all that can be seen from under the hood is silver hair, pale blue lips, slender jaw, and a slightly sharp nose.

Golden door, Silver key

 

"Bang!" My ears ring and mind reels. i keep running, but now of half the speed i was going before. The gun shot has made me in a daze. Im staggering towards the giant gold door when my ears are recovering enough to hear shouts and yells behind me. I fumble with the silver key hanging around my neck on a rough and worn leather string. I grasp it when i feel something slick on my fingers. I look down and see blood. Shit. Where was i shot? Shakeing my head, i shove that thought aside for when im out of the current danger. I putting the key in the golden doors lock when im unexspectantly thrown to the side. There was a blood curling snarl as i tried to shove the foul breathed zombie's head away from my neck. Punching it in the throat fallowed by twisting around its body and elbowing it in the spine caused it to shudder then drop. I get up and run back to the door. I reach for the key in the lock when a bulet grazes my palm. i wrench back my