DemigodSweetheart

Sighing in apprehension, Cat opened her eyes and glared hard at her bedside table. On it laid a white manila envelope. A growl resonated in the back of her throat and narrowing her eyes, she glared harder, her mouth set in a tight line. Seeming to give up, she picked up the envelope and slowly tore it open, reaching inside and pulling out a folded piece of paper – her camp report. Grinning at her results, she silently chided herself for being so nervous – she was a child of Athena. She knew she’d have a good report. Looking the paper over, she nodded in satisfaction. She had earned mostly ‘A plus’ and only one &

Hi everyone!!! So, I have an announcement to make. As you can probably tell, I am ADDICTED to Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, My Little Pony, Harry Potter, etc. So anyways… I am now taking requests! I write lots of short(ish) stories and if you give me just a couple of details (and maybe a plot line if you want), I can create a piece of literature for you, starring you and/or your OC, or maybe one of your favourite characters, and so on… and of course it's all free. Here are a couple of examples: E.G. 1 – Percy Jackson Name/OC name: Kira Daniels Age: 15 Description (can be a couple of words or a long description): Lon

“You absolute – Leo, put that down.” In extreme frustration, Piper stamped her foot against the marble floor of the pavilion. “Leo! You’ll blow the pavilion up!” Leo frowned. “Don’t get your pants in a twist, Beauty Queen. All I gotta do is attach this metal rung to the Archimedes sphere, and presto, we’ll have –” He groaned in annoyance as the bronze sphere exploded in a burst of freshly-made buttery popcorn. “That worked,” Piper commented cynically. “Hey,” Leo protested, “don’t judge it; at least we got a snack, right?” Sighing mis

When the clan woke, Aquamarine had already foraged for food in the jungle. “I have an idea!” she exclaimed, and after concentrating hard, managed to transform a little of their purified water into milk and some grass she had found in the jungle into grain, but she kept the grain hidden. They had a little of the milk and some bark she had transformed into rough, scratchy bread for breakfast. Later that day, Aquamarine said, “We need to build a oven – we can build bricks out of clay.” They began mixing up clay and building the bricks, stacking them together carefully and directing strong heat towards them. Aquamar

Aquamarine sighed as she trotted out of the glistening sea, shaking her back legs and her hooves to shake off the drops of water that clung to them. Her cutie mark shone as the light hit it, reflecting off the water and making the mark shine. Lifting a hoof, she flicked her wet mane and with a small pop, a ball of light erupted at the tip of her horn, travelling down her body, mane and tail, and drying them in a small wave of heat. She loved her private island – in this case, private meant free from other ponies that weren’t like her. There were some others just like Aquamarine on the island, but she preferred to keep her distanc

Reyna sighed in annoyance, moving her purple praetor’s cape to hide her sword, safely tucked away in her sheath. “Kahale?” Mike Kahale, son of Venus, turned, unintentionally giving Reyna a good view of the dove tattooed on his bulky arm. “Yeah?” “Go scout the area. Jason, come with me, but I think I’ll have to speak to the statue alone.” Kahale nodded and clicked his fingers as he disappeared round the corner. Once he had gone, Reyna jumped over a pile of scaffolding and began running through the park towards the centre, Jason hot on her heels. Reyna couldn't spare time to silently admire Jason

A piercing scream rang out, echoing through Cabin Six. A tall, slender blonde girl ran out, her stormy grey eyes flashing dangerously and her mouth set in a hard line. Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, she made a beeline for Cabin Eleven, slowing to a brisk walk as she got closer. Taking a step over the threshold, she stormed over to a bunk bed but calmed herself down as she approached. The bunk bed had rumpled sheets and torn pillows, both occupied by identical twins – two brown-haired boys giving each other knowing looks and sniggering. Their expressions morphed into one of false confusion as the girl got closer. They calm