Gris Stories

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when a girl been told her hole life she will never good enough because she a girl but she meets two men who chang her life for good or bad but they do anything to keep her help and safe so she doesn't cry anymore

Ici, pas d'idées noires. Je n'en ai pas, je n'en ai plus, j'espère les avoir dissolues dans l'abîme. Mais certains jours, se lèvent les idées grises. Une petite bruine dans la tête. ▓ Gris-poisse-angoisse ▒ Gris-bleuté-regrets ░ Gris-pluie-mélancolie Si vous aussi, vous voulez faire le tri dans vos moments gris, c'est par ici ╗

╰┈➤ «𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐?» «𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.» |YAN! GACHIAKUTA x fem! reader| ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You imagine yourself at the very bottom of the 'no lifers' category of social life. You're a coward and a crybaby. You're a failed comedian, a failed actress- a failed everything. So obviously, when you're sent to world that is much more dangerous than your already overstimulating one, you lose your shit. And you somehow manage to make a lot of other people lose their shit as well. COVER BY @akariri 𝗚𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 © Kei Urana

"She's too shy to speak. He's too loud to stay quiet. An anxious girl with a pen that rewrites reality... and the loud boy who won't leave her side" Emiko, Rudo's shy sister, falls from the Sphere with her brother into the harsh world below. Socially anxious and easily scared, Struggling with fear, battles, and new friendships, Emiko slowly finds herself drawn to Zanka. But can a girl who cries at every mission truly change her destiny-and her heart?

lei esta historia en otra parte y me gusto y quize hacer una propia......

In a world full of filth, you'd think that the people would not be as messed up as where they live. ‎ ‎That's what one would think. ‎ ‎What happens to a heart so shattered, when it's left to fend for itself? ‎ ‎Does it wallow in it's sorrow, devoid of hope? ‎ ‎Does it use it's sharp edges to hurt those around? ‎ ‎Or does someone else mend it, and set it free? ‎ ‎ •••••••••••••••••••••• OC is different from reader. Reader is 18, Oc is 15. Warnings will be placed at the beginning of each chapter. Saying this now, there WILL be spoilers in this fanfic. All the heinous acts done within this series are things I do NOT at all condone. I do not wish them upon anyone, and I hope that my writing encompasses how people deal with these problems and how they grow from them Other than my OC Meno and Reader, all the other characters are NOT mine, they are all creations of Kei Urana from her manga, Gachiakuta. And lastly, please enjoy, comment, and comment, and PLEASE comment, I'd really love to interact with you guys as this is my first time posting on this platform! Also please expect mistakes from time to time, English is not my first language.

𝗬!𝗚𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔 x 𝗢𝗣!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 ----------------------- ... 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅?, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗌.. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗍.. ----------------------- 𝗔 𝗵𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝗻-𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂! 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 ; 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗱𝗘𝗮𝘁𝗛𝟯 ( credits to any art that I use!! )

- The reader originates from the sphere, coming down to the ground after throwing everything away. She's been part of the cleaners for years, ultimately surrounding herself with her new friends and family. Building a strong connection to a certain man with a wooden distaff. It's when she arrives at the ground that she discovers true love in letters sent between the sun and the moon. She gathers all the information she can between them, only getting farther in her search when another person named Rudo falls to the ground. She only ever grows more tired, especially after meeting a certain news anchor. - [This story was originally posted on AO3 by Mr_Yuugo and currently has 6 chapters) Art on cover by: Mr_yuugo

Pretty much a dairy of my emotions usually in poems

No esperen encontrar algo motivador no vivo, a duras penas existo

Esta es una historia llena de misterio, es emotiva, esta situada en un escenario post-apocalimptico , léela y adentrare en un mundo gris. ademas es mi primera vez escribiendo (Hay un par de errores ortográficos, perdón).

Malia owns her own restaurant & store. Her boyfriend, Enjin, is a tattoo artist who owns his own tattoo shop. Malia and Enjin have been dating for 2 years, almost coming onto 3 years. Malia and Enjin met in junior high and then became best friends. Then, a few years later, Enjin asked Malia out, and they started dating. Their relationship is filled with laughs, flirty comments, and more. Malia is half-ominaruzain and blasian-american. Her mom is black and japanese. Her dad is ominaruzian. She is from America and also plans to visit her dad's country. She wants to bring her boyfriend to America and Ominaruza so he can meet the rest of the family. Disclamier: I don't own Gachiakuta and pictures.

"Do you regret it? Jumping after the kid?" "Nah. People treat him like he's worse than garbage, but he has a lot more to offer." A small, light, chuckle escaped her lips. Enjin looked at her, confused, with a brow raised. Cruz's gaze lingered at the sky, smile never fading. "If one man's trash is another man's treasure, then, I must've hit the jackpot." [Disclaimer: I only own Cruz and her plot.]

This will just be a short story about a game by Nomada Studio, that I like

dias grises, para todos. la historia de un chico de 15 años que no sea adapta a cosas nuevas.

esa noche, mi corazón se partió -si es que se podía aún más-. esa noche, lloré hasta que perdí todos los sentidos y mi cuerpo perdió toda la fuerza en él. esa noche, quise regresar el tiempo al primer día que lo conocí. esa noche, jimin se suicidó, y yo lloré hasta extrañarlo.

1ra historieta que faig. Espero que us agradi. PD: està basat en la meva vida, per tant, hi ha moltes referències de noms i/o formes d'explicar.

¿Desde cuándo las sombras son malas? ¿Han intentado comerte? ¿Devorarte? Si no las escuchas bien, no podrás entenderlas. Sueños que van y vienen cada séptimo día del mes en un extraño pueblo gris que le teme a la luz. Cosas aprendidas, y abandonadas, Pequeñas Personas Ocupa-Máscaras que te sorprenderán a cada escasa palabra hablada.