My first attempt a writing anything really Tommy age 13 had been in the orphanage for roughly 4 years now, tons of 'familys' had tried to adopt the boy but after about a month or two he would always end up back at the orphanage. after his 13th birthday he realized it was hopeless for the reason no one wanted to adopt a teen boy

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

Ryan was born among the Friends of Vexes, a religious order that offers themselves up to be vessels for magical creatures known as Vexes. He turned out to be the chosen one known as The Convex along with a boy named Cub. Sharing a bond like no other, the two young troublemakers are sworn to do good deeds and make the universe just a bit brighter. What could possibly go wrong? This book is part of the Lost One AU, but can be read on its own.

Bad, Sapnap, Dream and George made a decision to live together. All through ups and downs, they stick together even when things take turns for the worst. story contains themes of - - nsfw -self harm -abusive relationships -suicide -alcohol -bad eating habits

⚠️ So, uh, this isn't actually my book lol ⚠️ I own absolutely nothing about this book, credits go to the proper author on ao3, eneliii. If you have proof that they're uncomfortable with it, please let me know and I'll take it down immediately :)) There are some triggering topics in this book, including swearing, violence, kidnapping, derealisation, death, drugs, fire, yelling and a few others I can't think of. This also may make you cry. You have been warned!! Uh anyways enjoy!!

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 Technoblade x fem!Reader (Y/N) Gold is a young author with the most intense writer's block she has ever experienced. Her older brother Wilbur has been helping her pay bills for a few months but she has a deadline she most desperately needs to meet. After a gaming session with her older brother and some of his friends, she may have found all the inspiration she needs. [ #1 in "dream" ] [ #4 in "technoblade x reader" ] [ #1 in "techno" ] [ #1 in "mcyt" ]

if wilbur say that he dosen't want reposts i will delete this The following story is an adaptation of the scripts of 4 streams intended for production on the Dream SMP. Due to all 4 scripts being written before Ranboo's death it is best to take this story as being in it's own timeline that is respective of the character of Wilbur Soot. The actors have signed off that the actions taken by the characters in this story are accurate and representative. It is up to audience interpretation which timeline is canon to the greater storyline. For all future lore based around Wilbur, this is canon. all credits to wilbur soot for this mater peice

When you are watched, does it mean you see yourself? When you are listened to, does it mean you listen to yourself? Do you see yourself the way others see you, say your friends? Do you listen to your needs, or just continue destroying yourself more and more by the thoughts which come from the darkened entity of the void? These problems are what faced Grian straight in the face. Feeling neglected and hated, he had no giant purpose than to try to make the other Hermits smile or laugh. But it never seemed to work anymore. They would always just shrug it off or tell him to go away. He was annoying. He was new. He was.....himself. They had a problem with just him-Grian. More and more of them drifted away, even Mumbo-the first one he met after.....after what happened to him-even Mumbo left him alone. So what was the purpose of staying on this server if no one wanted him to?

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

FIN Heatwaves