**WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT CONTAINS SHOCKING GRAMMAR AND PUNCTUATION**

HEYO guys!

For some strange reason, I decided to explore my old works that are now unpublished. *shudders*

They're pretty bad.

They're so bad I cringe just looking at the horrible covers I used to make. The plot is terrible/non-existent, the style is the work of the devil and I just genuinely had no idea what I was doing.

So I've decided to share these moments of shame with you.

Take this snippet from my first (somewhat successful) story, 'Fractured Personalities':

I look at him, my eyes mirroring his horror. There is more than three of us sharing the same body. I knew about Carmen, Caroline and myself already but another? How many personalities do I have? "What did I say?" I begin frantically. "How did I act? Did I hurt you? Oh my god if I did-" I am cut off but Ian's interrupting voice. "Ya' didn't hurt me, I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about. Ya' eyes went a bit glassy for a second and I thought you were in a trance. You- You started talking about suicide. Ya' said you were gonna steal my gun."

I look down again, more horror possessing me. This one is almost worse than Carmen. I can't let this one - Carol - take over. Carmen has murderous, horrific thoughts, Coraline has a very happy, hyper, joyful personality and Carol is some depressed version of me. I have four personalities. That is a lot. More than ever before. I have never had this many
personalities. The scariest thing is - I don't know when they'll strike.

"Ian, you can't let Carol get to your head. She's almost more messed up than Carmen." I say. He pulls my head up by my chin, and stares into my eyes. "You are like a sister to me, and no-one - not even you - will ever stop that." He promises. Tears fill my eyes again and I lose it. Completely and utterly. I scream agonised, tortured screams as I realise that Carol isn't that far off the real version of me. I did think about suicide once. But never again. It was horrific, planning your own death... Maybe that was Carol.

It's so cringe worthy, I'm surprised I got any reads.

I also have another excerpt from my first ever FanFiction, 'Parallel':

I hop off the school bus, splashing into a puddle of mud that gets all over my shoes. I groan and turn my music on my IPhone onto full blast. Half regretting that decision I walk faster toward my school. After walking for a few minutes, I notice a figure laying face-down on the ground.

I turn my music down and walk carefully over to the figure. "Hello?" I ask cautiously. I sound weak and afraid. That is not how I wanted to sound. Finally, the figure sits up and rubs his nose. "Bloody hell May, that took forever," I stare at him, open mouthed. I quickly close it and shove my IPhone into my pocket.

"Relax, I'm not gonna chase you," he responds in his British accent. This is so weird. Why in the name of sanity is Thomas Brodie-Sangster waiting for me on the footpath (sidewalk) face-down and immediately knows my name? "Shuck it, this is not how to start a conversation," he mumbles as he puts out his hand. "Name's Newt."

I'm speechless and every part of my brain says this is a very bad idea. So, I run. I barely make it two meters before I trip and land on my face. "Dammit!" I yell. Thomas/Newt grabs me by the arm and lifts me off the ground with a grunt. "Bloody hell, you are a lot heavier than you look." I glare at him and respond with a not-to-awesome-but-it-will-have-to-do comeback. "Real charmer you are, calling a girl fat." That probably wasn't a good idea either.

He laughs nervously and I decide to add "Newt is sadly a fictional character - he isn't real." Thomas/Newt looks at me like I just shot him and I back away. He has a pained look in his eyes. "Is that all I am here?" He asks with little emotion. "No, you are a famous actor who has probably been dared to trick some Fangirl in to following you around. I am a Fangirl, but I'm not a dumb one." I retort. "Why are you acting like this?" He doesn't answer straight away. Instead he takes my wrist, pulls me closer and looks me dead in the eye. "Listen, my name is Newt, I am about sixteen years old, I had The Flare, survived it and you, May, need to help your brother."

I search his face for some sort of sign or tell, but their is none.

And finally, the most hilarious of the lot, my FanFiction I wrote called 'The Fan':

I stand on a large desk, surrounded by drawing the children have drawn. A new night-guard sits on the chair, a wide grin on his face. If only he knew what was gonna happen.

I see his expression change and I see the reflection of the surveillance in his glasses. Bonnie's in the hallway. Better not close that door mate, or you'll run out of power. Again.

I read the name-badge on his uniform and read 'Josh Jenkins'. Who names their kid Josh Jenkins? Ah well, it won't matter soon anyway. He'll most likely be dead by the end of the night.

He hits me, sending my blades spinning. One thing I didn't mention... I'm a fan. Not like I love the restaurant, but I'm a literal spinning, air-moving fan. It's not as boring as it sounds, trust me. It's actually quite quaint. If you remove the possessed animatronics and dead bodies.

I see each of them die and the worst part is that I can't close my eyes. I mean I don't even have any! I can't close them! It's horrible! But I get sick sometimes when I get left on for too long. Too many cart-wheels.

I see the light turn on to Josh's left and Bonnie is standing there. In the hallway. Josh tried to close the door but it doesn't work. Adios Joshie. He panics and run to the desk, looking for something to defend himself with.

It helps to no avail, so he just keeps pressing the light. It 4am. He's not gonna make it. It was his first night. I wonder who they'll bring in to replace him.

Bonnie shifts and I know it's over for him. Josh gasps and faints just as Bonnie jump-scares him. Flipping to the ground, Josh looks dead. I see Bonnie pick up his body, taking him to the room with the suits.

I wait patiently, still apart from my blades. Finally, I hear ear-piercing screams and I can almost picture Josh's body being stuffed into an animatronic suit.

So... That's it. At least all the stuff I know I will never be publishing. I used to have a comebacks book too that was fairly popular (but I deleted it).

I hope you guys enjoyed that cringe-fest.

BUE!