Fatherless قصص

A collection of poems written throughout the happiest and the saddest times of my life.

It is a short story of an orphan who has a father..... You will surely be puzzled and wondering that how can a boy having father called an orphan????? Well you will have to make it clear only reading this story....

a young "16" year old girl who goes by "Lady Unique" trys to face the world on her own after something horrible happens to her, which have a tragic effect on the rest of her life.

Oliver Joli is a teen, and he's the type who doesn't have friends due to not socially interacting with people. He also has not felt loved since he was 5, making the title make so much sense. But after meeting Quinn Xander, he is starting to feel some feelings slowly develop, and its kinda scaring him.

shut up (14 in fatherless)

Just some Chai and Wattpad moments that I saw. There will be cursed things in this so be prepared.

There are three things everybody wants in the world. A group of "friends" discovers that those three things can ruin the world. Everybody lIfe Is headIng for the worse. Living In the hood ain't easy who will be effected?

Player is tired of living in the city and after the grandfather dies, she leaves the city to live in the small town called Stardew Valley. There she finds someone that catches her eye. A depressed alcoholic. This is satire and is based on jokes me and my friends made when playing.

What happens when your heart is split between two worlds and two destinies? Cassandra D'Alessandro was just a normal girl... until the night lightning kissed her skin and time cracked open. One moment, she's engaged to Richie the boy who once broke her heart but now carries the fire of God. The next, she's waking up in ancient Korea, mistaken for a princess and pulled into a world of scrolls, swords... and a mysterious king who sees straight into her soul. Torn between two timelines, two loves, and a calling far beyond romance, Cassy must unravel the truth about her past and her purpose. But dark forces don't want her to remember. And the king? He may not just hold her heart... but a secret that could rewrite everything. While Richie wages war in prayer, burning with the Spirit and fighting demons in daylight, Cassy is battling her own inside her mind and across centuries. Will love cross time? Or will the veil between realms tear her apart?

nexilis: latin word for being woven together; intertwined. Dream recently moved to California with his family for a fresh start. And Sapnap's family hopped along too. They've been friends for years, and they're only expecting their relationship to grow stronger, well, it did in a way. Dream isn't expecting much. He knows he won't get to experience the sticky roasted marshmallows and sitting on tree sap at a campfire the way he did back in Florida with his friends. It won't feel the same. But he will experience something else. And he'll feel like he's standing on the edge of a mountain top. Not everything will be okay, it will if everyone lie about their feelings for the rest of their lives, but who does that? We all have a breaking point, right? MENTIONS OF ABUSE WILL TAKE PLACE IN THE STORY, THERE WILL BE A TW AT THE START OF A CHAPTER THAT MENTIONS IT‼️‼️

HOSTAGE is a short story of a boy coming to terms with himself as a young man on the cusp of facing the real world.

Y/n a volleyball player and soccer player along her best friend Jp. Both applied to grace field high. After what happened at their last Highschool they needed to transfer. They got in! They were expecting something totally different From what they thought of the school, everything even the volleyball team they were so...AMAZING IN THEIR EYES. That's when they meet The trio. Emma, Norman and Ray Oh how Y/n and Jp have no idea of what they got into with these 3. Follow along with the troubles of the duo when they meet the trio. I do not own any of these characters. Other then Y/n, Jp. And a few other friends. Not including Emma Norman and ray and their friends. Other then them. I don't own them. ENJOY PLEASE

Introduction My name is Kaya Harper, I am 17 years old. My life sucks. I was, was being the key word, suicidal. When I was 14 my dad died in a devastating car crash... When I say died I mean ripped apart by the force. Death on impact. I was so hard on myself... Saying it was my fault, my mother was too upset to notice me... Ryder Black was the boy who saved me. I am hoping to never see him again... +++ "Ugh" I groaned as I heard the alarm clock go off. "So much for the weekend..." I heard my mother call from the other side of the room. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I looked in the mirror I saw a girl looking back at me... She had wavy brown hair that flew to the middle of her back. Dull blue eyes that lost there spark many years ago, and full lips... You have to admit she was kinda beautiful but not many people noticed he because of the way she dressed... hoodies and tracks. By the way if you did not know what I meant by she, I actually meant me.

A few things: 1) This is a short (emphasis on short) story. It's only one 'chapter' but I feel that if I want to bring in my creative writing skills, it will be with a short story. 2) this is a really sad story. I won't spoil it, however it ends sadly. 3) I have written the whole thing, so it probably won't be updated at all. Sophie and her mother don't get along. At all. She takes her mother for granted. One day, a strange idea is planted in her head. What about her father? Sophie has never questioned the fact that she never had a father but suddenly she is. And the results could be horrible.

KING JULIAN IS SUPREMACY AND MORT THEY ARE BETTER THAN U AND UR LIFE U FATHERLESS CHILD ! I LUV U KING JULIAN<3

Feeling incomplete

There's a big difference between acquaintance and friend..

It never ends, until..

"I am a dead man speaking to you." Born in a rural village where a father's name is the only currency of worth, I was bankrupt before I even took my first breath. My mother, vulnerable and silenced, paid the price for a crime she didn't commit, while the man responsible walked free. From a childhood of stigma to seven years of modern-day slavery as a domestic helper in Dhaka, I have survived the unthinkable. Now, I am back-a ghost in my own land. With no NID, no birth certificate, and no "identity" in the eyes of the law, I am fighting to protect my two daughters from the same poison that nearly killed me. This is not just a story of poverty; it is a scream for justice from the shadows of society. If a man has no name, does he truly exist?