Comehome Stories

She is from mars, he is from earth... What will the two do when they suddenly come together by a force in the universe? Don't mind me loving nalu.

Simple poerty whether you enjoy is soley up to you. Comments good or bad will be appreciated

Promise me Deku, promise me that you will live," Uraraka said with tears in her eyes. "Promise me that you will be alright." After everything that's happened, many of the members of class 1-A decided it would be best to spend their time off on a cruise. But, when things go south as villains show up with the intent to sell people on the black market, Midoriya gets captured and is sent to a world out of the reach of his family and friends where no hero can save him. After an endless struggle for freedom, him and his new found comrades escape back to the real world where they can finally be free. But as class 1-A finds out quickly, the gentle hearted boy they once knew was gone.

The house at the top of the hill moved another few feet to the left today.

Imagine a world where everything had to be perfect. Where there couldn't be any mistakes. Where everyone must be one thing, the same thing. Everyone has to follow the rule of Artemis. 1. Never question for a better reason 2. Never jump on the Campbell train and finally 3. Never be yourself, be perfect. These rules define our world, and no one was safe after you break them. What other option do you have other than being killed by blood thirsty monsters...Jump on the train.

What happened to forever?

Quote : AJEkermans 2010 "if we can rather master the selfless act of placing a higher value on another person for them as a whole and not what they have and can only provide us with pieces and parts of themselves they can never get back. We would be richer than those living in a castle. The people who are the richest of all are those who are happiest loving their families, partners, children and all of humanity and sacrificing their own real true currancy for others much like :- Their emotional support when someone dies that was closest to us but we taketh pain out on them. Thier efforts just to see and make us smile like the raise of the sun when rising when we just bring turmoil into their lives. Their time they could have spend doing something they love to do in their spare time, but chose to spend it on us. The unconditional love they have for us that they could have spend on taking care of themselves, The loyalty we may not deserve because we cannot be honest, not even to ourselves. The forgiveness ask for and then we take for granted for repeatedly choosing to repeat the same mistake by default. And the trust we break and do not feel we need to repair but demand the respect they have for us when we do not respect them them enough to be tristworthy by default instead. . Taking these people for granted will resauk in our own poverty and we shall never know what being rich is. A smiling mother living in her car is far richer with her children's arms around her neck saying "thank you mom" Than the absant father living in an expensive house, driving the expensive car and no one to share it with, no one tanking him for the efforts of what it means to be a loving Daddy and Husband and alone. "

This poem is based on a true story of me missing you...

Harry, and Ally. An in seperable couple. nothing could come in between them. Until Harry gets called up to go on tour and tour the world. Harry gets in a deadly plane crash and dies. Years later Ally has never really moved on. she has a boyfriend named Ryan. she likes him, but still has feelings for harry even though hes gone. what will happen when Ally finds out harry never died in the plane crash and they cross paths again? Read to find out.

What happens when somebody dies? Where do they go? Do they really go to a better place? We can't chance not knowing. Not after everything that's happened. Not after all the sickness, the wars, the violence, and so much more. We are finding a way so that will never happen anymore. Is there really a way around death? Is that why we did all those tests? Is that why all those people gave up their lives for the experiment? "A step towards a new tomorrow," we called it. A test to see if someone could actually come back to life. This had to work. If not, then in the future.

i'm going to tell you a story and i promise it's a good one. but this story doesn't begin with a time that once was or ancient gods that used to reign over man. no, this story is quite different from... well a story. it's borders the the line of reality and imagination. tickles the minds of Fate and Destiny. see, here everything is not what it seems and what it seems it not everything. just like this story seems to be a good one but is it really?

It is about a girl who lived in a village with her parents , but they are not any normal villagers .They are the owners of the village ,her father the owner with realy strict rules in the village. He says that who ever lives in the village has to follow his religion.

Micky sat there against the wall. His breathing came in short, fast rasps that sounded painful. The sledge hammer right beside him. "mickey, you need to listen to me, this isn't you okay? please, you need to hear me!" Mary yelled from a few feet in front of him where she stood panting from running around the old abandoned home where she used to live. She desperately tried to get through to him from whatever the hell was using his body. Micky slowly picked his head up. his face wore an unnaturally large smile. his eyes emotionless "don't you see? Micky is no longer with us!" Micky shouted his hand moving to grip the sledge hammer beside him. he gripped it before slowly raising it right above his left leg. Mary caught on to what he was trying to do. "wait please, don't do thi-" her screaming cut off by the sound of the sledge hammer colliding with flesh and bone. "AAAHHHHH" Mary screamed falling to her knees as Micky brought the sledge hammer up again and hit his right leg. his smile never faltering. Mary had tears streaming down her face as she watched her twin brothers body go limp against the wall Photo on cover is by Lia kimura

goodbyes are very hard in life when someoe very spaecial in our life leave us its emotionally so heavy on our heart and mind worst kind of goodbyes are those where a loved one leave this world and we cant even bid farewell to them.

"Kirstie, reveal yourself!" "I can't! It would ruin the magic." "Of what?" "Christmas." Lucas and Maya are close friends with Riley, Farkle, and Zay. They enjoy the holidays together. Maya grows feelings for Lucas. He feels the same way. What could go wrong? Answer: anything.

Hello, my name is Vanessa Thompson. I live on the corner of Maple and Edison Street, in apartment 6. I live with my seven obnoxious brothers and my drug and alcohol addict mother if I could call her that name anymore. Our apartment has four leaky windows, one rusty water heater, and a family of roaches who can make good company sometimes. Nothing interesting ever happens around here. It's the same old thing every day. Wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, eat dinner, go to bed, and repeat. My schedule only changes on Saturday and Sunday (just subtract school) and that's it. It's always overcast in Goodnoe Hills, Klickitat County, WA. My family, along with a few other people, are the only ones who live here. The only time I get out of our old apartment is when I walk to school or do other things that I'm not supposed to do. I have no friends. Well, that's it. It is a bit awkward writing a journal of all my personal thoughts, but my guidance teacher said it would help me, I just hope my brothers don't get a hold of this.

some stories begins accidentally.