taylor hebert (worm)

Expedition 1.1 Steel sang in the Garden of the Moon. In the grand palace-city of Sigmaron, the garden was a quiet place of contemplation, mediation, and a haven of solitude for most. To the guardians of the free people of the Mortal Realms, it was an excellent ground to practice their dueling...

Arrival 1.1 I woke up falling from several thousand feet in the air and on fire. That was a new one. Adrenaline surged and I jerked out of my stupor in a flailing tangle of limbs. My mind raced as I desperately tried to understand what was going on, how I had wound up like this, and most...

Posting whenever it's written.

Greg Veder wasn't a coward. Or at least he thought so. He felt sick, each step his bag weighed him down like a stone, crushing him under its non-existent weight as he walked. Today was the first day back to school, back to Winslow, the heart-wrenching feeling of the plan he had stumbled...

Taylor Dannan May 1996 – Somewhere in the mists near The Dark Hedges in County Antrim. It was supposed to be safe. They were in Ireland for a conference on English Historical Linguistics and associated subjects. Danny had taken a couple of weeks off work from the Dockworkers, what with the...

Summary: Memory was an unreliable thing, mutable, and easily influenced. Lisa couldn't trust her own memories, but she didn't have much else to go by. Years of stress from living on the road did a number on her, but... at least she was sure Taylor would always give her the right order of events...

Lazing on a lay-z boy, playing games, eating chips and drinking Mountain Dew without any worries is arguably one of the better perks of being a god. After my plans of 'going-out-with-a-bang!-but-not-really' got foiled and being employed (read: coerced) to work as a maid, it has honestly been a...

Hey! I'm stressed and procrastinating because of my thesis, so I thought it would be a prefect time to write a worm fanfic. LMAO. The premise of the fic is simple. Taylor Hebert just wanted the bullying to stop. She never thought her trigger would end like this. After triggering in her...

Your name is Taylor Hebert, and you sit in the very back of your last class for the day - Your eyes have glazed over as you rest your chin on one palm, all the while watching the second hand of the clock over Mr. Rekka’s head slowly ticks away. There has to be a better way to handle this. The...

Post here yous story ideas and plot bunnies, as well as those obscure fanfics only the Chaos Gods know of. Story Idea #1 Hogwarts Society in Warhammer The entire castle of Hogwarts, plus it's Secret Society, land in the Midst of the Borderlands, this includes the Ministry and the minor wizard...

Author's Note: This latest idea occurred to me today, and I churned out this snippet. Do enjoy and let me have feedback, whatever it may be. Have a great time reading! I: Spark I The metallic clang of the locker door echoes in my ears, a final, definitive sound that seals my fate. I'm...

The Kaiser's New Clothes Prologue: Kaiser Gets Wet "Fenja deceased, CC-6." Kaiser's heart clenched, but he didn't pause the attack, instead continuing to spear blades from the sodden ground around Leviathan while Nessa let out a strangled scream. Leviathan carelessly threw her sister's now...

Prologue: In an ethereal plane of endless stars, the natural peace and tranquility of the Other was shattered as two gods waged all out war against each other. The twin deities blazed across the star-filled sky at blistering speeds in a streak of hot pink and butter yellow, resembling nothing...

1. Unlikely Allies Sophia There was a note in Sophia's pocket, and she hadn't put it there. She rapidly scanned through all of her recent interactions, trying to figure out where the hell it could have come from. Her situational awareness was something she prided herself in—there was no way...

AN: There's alternate history here, but what's important right now is that the US includes Canada and uses metric, multiple wars were fought with France, the geopolitical situation is pretty different, and LotR is actual history. - The Eagle and Child, Oxford, England, 1935 Ten men sat around...

"Stop, Scion," I said. The golden man paused in midair, looking at me. Okay... That's good. "I know you want to help," I continued, "but it's too dangerous. You're too strong, and this situation is fragile. It'll do more harm than good." My swarm moved to cover us, blocking the sight of...

Wraith (Alexandria/Rebecca) Rebecca frowned. Keith and David often teased her about frowning too much, but if there ever was a reason to frown, the coward who had just entered the meeting room gave it: Lung, the Dragon of Kyushu, Kenta—whatever he called himself these days. It didn't matter to...

Hundreds, thousands, millions of little sounds, a kaleidoscopic cacophony of color, the relative distance of each little spark, all slammed into my mind. My head started to hurt. I let the little sparks do what they were doing. They continued their intricate dance, some eating the others, some...

A/N, 2/5/25: My apologies, I should have given the explanation of how I'm using the Grimoire when I first started reposting this, that's on me. 100 points per 1k words, up until I hit 30k words, then I switch to 100 every 2k, with a roll of the Grimoire also every 2k. I also am able to 'bank' a...

Taylor Hebert was used to chaos. Her life, as she knew it, was a never-ending parade of anxiety, petty cruelty, and biting her tongue so hard it nearly bled. Winslow Middle School was an unrelenting hellscape where she was either invisible or the target of someone's worst impulses. But today...

Taylor Hebert March 29th, 2013 The weapon case stubbornly refuses to close. I'm not surprised, it's a relic of a box, old and passed down from town to town for the past who knows how long. The once white metal of it has turned dull and yellowed in spots, it's probably older than I am and I can...

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Taylor?" My manager, Grace, asked. "It's been months since you were last on stage." "I'm still in shape." I pointed out, continuing my pre-concert stretches. "And even if I wasn't, I'm pretty sure my power would more than make up for that." She sighed...

The Weaver's Apocrypha Prologue - The Games of Divinity [YOU HAVE FALLEN. WINNER: NEBULA] A hiss, half born out of frustration and exhaustion left my lips as I finally slumped back into my chair. If you had told me a few years ago that I would've been hooked on a computer game that I would...

January 7th, 2011 Something felt off about today. Taylor couldn't put a finger on what it might have been, but something was different. As she walked through the ever more decayed halls of Winslow, she felt eyes on her. Watching, waiting for something. Some of them felt anticipatory, some...

Trying 1 It had been an exceptionally shitty day today. I should've thought better than to see my mother's flute nested in my locker, however bent and broken and smeared in mud it had become, and considered it a good sign. I should've known better than to shove it in my bag, intending to take...