Disabilityawareness Stories

Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung have been best friends since their high school. The alpha is Jungkook's safe harbor, the only person who knows how to calm him when the static of his head gets loud. Taehyung and his friends are the only ones with whom the omega feels almost normal, like any college student. To everyone else, Jungkook is just a tragic burden on his family, the 'sick boy'. To Taehyung, he is just Kookie, his best friend. But life isn't done with him yet. Neither he nor Taehyung-who had swore to protect his best friend-knows what's coming his way. They don't know that when they will overcome the situation, they will not be only friends. WARNINGS THIS FIC IS JUST FOR FICTION. I DON'T CLAIM TO PROVIDE ANY FACTUAL KNOWLEDGE. ALL THE MEDICAL PROCEDURES AND TREATMENTS ARE FICTIONAL. DON'T BE HARSH ON ME. THANK YOU.

[ONGOING - POSTING EVERY FRIDAY] The world is too loud, too bright, and far too crowded. For years, I've hidden behind thick white silks and the safety of my marigolds, speaking to the petals in my mind because words always feel like jagged rocks in my throat. In the Meadow Pack, I am the quiet one, a girl of shadows and soil, waiting for a Mating Ceremony I never wanted. Then the forest breathed, and he stepped out of the willow trees. He wasn't like the others. He didn't smell of heavy perfumes or forced grace. He smelled of crushed mint and the deep, solid scent of a forest after a storm. He was a mountain of black fur and scars, a beast the stories warned me about, the Alpha of Stormridge. They call him a monster. They say his heart is as dark as the ink on his skin. But when our eyes locked, the noise in my head finally went silent. For the first time, I didn't want to hide. He is the storm to my sunlight, the growl to my silence. He doesn't know how to be gentle, and I don't know how to live in his loud, violent world. But the moon doesn't make mistakes, and my blood hums a song only he can hear. The wolf with the scarred eye has found me. And for the first time, I think I'm ready to let the silk fall.

When my son Nilan was eight months old, I heard words no parent is prepared for: "Your child has FOXG1 syndrome." In an instant, the life I had pictured blurred into something unknown - a path with no map, no promises, and no easy answers. But this is not a story of loss. It's a story of love, resilience, and finding joy in places I never thought to look. From sleepless nights to hard-won milestones, from quiet fears to loud celebrations, I share the truth of raising a child with a rare genetic condition - the heartbreaks, the triumphs, and the lessons that shape us. This is our journey, moving forward not in leaps, but in precious, determined steps... one step at a time.

The world is ending as we know it. Join Chris on his hunt for survival, while dealing with his enemies.

Leaning Tree Farm hosts a pumpkin carving contest every harvest. Hazel and her grandma have big hopes to win the grand prize. Hazel takes a chance on an oddly shaped pumpkin. Little do they know that the choice will bring her an unexpected friend and maybe even first love. As well as a new beginning for the farmer and inspiration for the entire town. Disclaimer: Brief mention of running away and teen pregnancy.

(COMPLETE. A c-punk poetry colllection that's apparently made it to the 2018 Wattys Longlist!) Who says being disabled is the end of the world? I've got tremors and crunchy knees and I'm totally fine! (Except for the fact that this world has got too many staircases, that is. But that's not my fault.) In fact, being disabled is so rad, I'm gonna celebrate it through this poem collection! So what are you waiting for? Grab your mobility aids, readers, and join me and my crutches on a trip you'll never forget! (The definition of "cripple punk" can be found here: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cripple%20Punk)

Jamie Brown never expected grief to sound like silence. Six months after losing his brother, he finds himself in Crestwood Park, guitar in hand, searching for meaning in music. That's when he meets her-a girl who doesn't speak, but says everything with her smile. She hears music differently. She feels it in her bones. And somehow, in the quiet between chords, she teaches Jamie how to listen-not just with his ears, but with his heart. A story about loss, connection, and the kind of love that needs no words.

A collection of poems dealing with love, loss, PTSD, disability, ADHD, addiction, depression, suicide ideation, eating disorders, women's rights, processing abuse & trauma, etc. Some are just making intrusive thoughts rhyme, some are just thinking about a situation differently or applying metaphoric meaning to life's little moments. I try to come to some kind of resolution in each poem or reframe my way of thinking by the end of them. A lot of it is pretty dang personal, so...if you know me, no you don't. I started journaling and writing poetry when I was being gaslit a ton in an abusive relationship in college. It was a way to keep track of interactions that I was later told never happened. Now, it's just how I process things. It helps me get it out my system or look at the situation differently. Sometimes I can't sort out my own feelings until I try to write it out. My brain likes to work in way too many metaphors. Thanks for reading! Hope it helps you sort out some feelies, too.

HYPED "Why don't sword fish and narwhals have sword fights?" "Go to bed Royce." "Come give me kith." TIK TOK BOYS | CHASE HUDSON SEQUL PART TWO IN THE ROYCE REYNOLDS SERIES EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE

A girl dies after a night out. How did this happen? Why? A story about an invisible disability and a world incompatible with it.

Willow Everton is a girl who was born deaf. Her whole life, she'd lived around others just like her. Until, that is, her family runs into some serious financial issues, and they're forced to move into a hearing community. Here, Willow learns what true friendship is as she journeys through the obstacles that life throws at her.

"To everyone at Meridian High School, fourteen-year-old Michael Vey is nothing special, just the kid who has Tourette's syndrome. But in truth, Michael is extremely special-he has electric powers. Michael thinks he is unique until he discovers that a cheerleader named Taylor has the same mysterious powers." That is the blurb of the original Michael Vey, but this fanfiction takes Richard Paul Evans's book and puts a new spin on it, changes details about certain characters, mixing up events, and drawing out deeper connections between readers and the story. I hope you'll enjoy!

Soren has always seen Aurielle as a Gem, an exquisite, priceless jewel that he could never hope to possess. To him, she is a treasure so far out of reach that he doesn't even feel worthy of touching her. ​Aurielle is the definition of grace. Famous for her beauty and charm, she is neither arrogant nor distant. Instead, she is kind, understanding, and deeply loved by everyone-including Soren. ​For the longest time, Soren was content with just looking at her from afar. He never dared to dream of a future together; in his eyes, he was nothing more than a "clumsy cripple," forever hindered by his physical limitations. He believed they lived in two different worlds. ​However, the universe had a different plan. In a turn of events that felt like a total miracle, Soren discovered the impossible: The beautiful, kind, and charming Aurielle has had a long-time crush on him. He can hardly believe it. The very gem he thought was untouchable had been waiting for him all along.

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A slightly disturbing short short about a blind woman and her service dog, Mango. Everything seems normal at first, but what happens when Maurice Hickle, the blind woman, hears some shocking news?

In the quiet village of Nakaswa, Kyakuwa Denis sat by the doorway of his small, crumbling house. The sun cast long shadows on the dirt floor as children ran by, laughing and playing with homemade toys. Denis watched them with longing in his big, brown eyes. His legs, thin and frail, refused to move like theirs. Denis had been born with a condition that left him lame. His mother told him often, "You are a gift from God, Denis. Your strength is not in your legs but in your heart." Yet, as the days passed, Denis struggled to believe it. At school, things were harder. The uneven paths were a challenge for Denis to navigate, and most days, he had to sit under the tree outside the classroom because there were no special accommodations for him. Visit our Website for more stories: https://www.lifelineaidfoundationuganda.com/

Encouraged by her nanny, Poppy Ashford embarks on an emotional journey to find the good in others.

I keep writing poems about this dang tree, so I thought I'd make a mini-collection of them.