the boy turns his head and gives her a small, sideways grin.
"if they hate stars so much,
why not give them a freaking galaxy?"
in which a duo of a quirky bright girl and a sarcastic janitor boy vandalize a school with a million stars.
ad astra - "t...
To update everyone on the status of this story, 'Ad Astra' had been discontinued since 2017. As of recently, there had been unfounded allegations about how the content of this story had been plagiarized from another individual on this platform. This writer had been someone who contributed to the insecurities and troubles through high school that I thought would be part of a chapter of my life that was done and over with, only to come back with allegations made out of spite.
After numerous attempts of reaching out to this person to attain closure, I had been blocked from every means possible. To be clear, I do not want this to lead to unnecessary burdens for either of us. What I do want, is to clear my name and show that my work is my own.
Below are the claims:
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As you can see, the last time these two chapters have been updated are from 2017 and have been unedited.
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Ironically, this story was inspired by bullying from high school that seems to virtually be inescapable—something that is completely unrelated to the said author's own story that revolves around extraterrestrial beings and space.
This same author had made claims attacking a previous story, claiming that I had unrightfully written about the LGBTQIADP+ community when I am a part of the community. The story was written from a place of my heart—it was meant to be a safe space for me to understand who I was. As someone who had not felt comfortable disclosing my sexuality at the time, I intended for that story as a way of coping, and this author had taken that away from me.
They had decided to publicly call me out on this story, claiming that I had written this story with the intent to sexualize the LGBT communities and capitalize on that. To be quite honest, when this claim had been floating around, I was devastated. I wanted to prove myself, my own identity and my own sexual orientation—but I soon realized that I do not owe anyone that explanation. This was supposed to be my own private way of feeling more comfortable with myself—a work of fiction meant to parallel my own thoughts and fears of what coming out means to myself, to my family, to my friends, and to you all.
This was the underlying cause that plagued the end of my high school experience and had brought me so much hurt and anxiety during a time that had been so immensely difficult. During this period of time, my grandpa passed away, my family struggled to cope, and on top of that, my safe space no longer became my own. I apologize if these thoughts seem fragmented; I tried to give myself the space and time to move on from this. I thought, "If I forget about it, if I move on, everything will be okay." I gave myself weeks contemplating the correct response, and in the end, this was it.
My writing has never been focused on popularity. Writing is my way of expressing my thoughts and opinions that belong to me. I write because I love to. I have always loved to imagine different worlds where characters make tough decisions in tough situations because that is my way of facing the world.
Thank you for being loyal readers and staying alongside me. Thank you for the endless amount of support and love, and thank you for absolutely everything.
Side note, don't call anyone slow. That's really shitty.
