Deprived Stories

Wemmbu felt himself choking back a sob, everything too much but too little. He missed everyone, and he wasn't even sure if he was going to get through this. And then, he coughed some more. (Inspired by the Hanahaki Disease) ** !UU WEMMBU-CENTRIC FANFICTION *** Wemmbu gets a really terrible disease, and no one knows why. Parrot, Spoke and Flame are forced to get together and figure out a cure for it. Will they succeed? Or will it be too late?

*⚠trigger warning [just to be safe]⚠* A collection of dark poems, that discuss topics like loss, anger, despair, abuse, etc. And occasionally, hidden hope. This is TTL at their most midnighty [yup, I just made up a word]. Level of dark varies depending on the poem, and some are extremely sinister. If any poems are untitled, I welcome suggestions from my readers. This book is ongoing, as I will update when my Muses grant me inspiration. ◇So come, wander with me into the dark recesses of my mind◇ ☆Ten minutes until Midnight☆ "Because life isn't always a bright morning" #420 in "Dark"- 8/11/18 #4 in "hopefulness"-11/16/18

A variety of different genre of poems and short stories. And/or short stories in poem layout

Rosewood preparatory school for girls This school may come off as your ordinary prep school, but what if we dove deeper into the sea of lies, twists and secrets that these girls have submerged and concealed. Last updated 05/04/24

Alexander is a college freshmen, he is forced to share a dorm with Thomas Jefferson, with all his classes he has very little time to write/finish all his assignments, unless he gets rid of one thing. SLEEP.

Avley's life is at it's worst. Her friends made fun of her so she's been avoiding them as they have to her, She never does anything right, and her whole world is people screaming at her. She has no loyal friends and nobody to trust. Can her world really break down?

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Pls note :Contains content of depression and sadness

Can I try to relate...enough?

Stir based upon a true story of how I became a criminal for third degree murder with a mixture of a life lesson that I really needed to learn in life from the man upstairs "God" that taught me a valuable lesson just now on to respect my mom or else. @7:26 am

The body remains. The mind floats. Somewhere in between, something waits to wake. A single poem, written from the space between. A soft disconnection. A haunting stillness. A state without a name, but not without feeling. A poem left behind by the one still searching.

A non-fiction book series exploring and detailing the feelings, fears, struggles, and battles of a woman's life with a narcissist. Women reading this series hopefully will take away knowledge regarding relationships with a narcissist; in addition, to reading about my own personal experiences.

Kallah is struggling to find reason how to enjoy life because...You know why! XD

poems? poems. and possibly other random shit. trigger warning.

yeah..

collection of my minds rambling thoughts

O god please give me back my lover