Happyish Geschichten

This is a diary basically so it will be depressing so don't like get tf out and go read some sappy shit.

My everyday thoughts I ponder as I pass through life

Just a bunch of Quotes that I have found on the internet. Enjoy

This was the big day that I told her... shit went wrong.... PS. Giving everyone nicknames

Mia Rosewood, bad girl of York high school. What happens when her parents force her to go live with her brother and his new family, in Attaway she gets into gangs, will she begin to like it there probely not, but possibly.

Just random quotes I find or make up on my own maybe small words about the quotes my thoughts and what not anyway thanks

Just a tiny love thing :-)

Emily is a 5 year old girl. She is misunderstood and mistreated. Emily's mother died when she was just two. She now lives with her father. When Emily's mother was alive they were a happy family, but when she died her father became a brutal drunk. Emily's father beats her, he doesn't love her and Emily doesn't see that. Emily thinks everything her father does is an accident. If only she knew.... Kian is a 17 year old boy. He is a good kid, but hangs with the wrong group of people. His friends are classified as rebellious. Kian's friends have no idea about how he is when he's not with them. Kian does many things to help the people in the community, but he hides it from his friends. If his friends knew half the things he did they would hate him.

Based on Home to You by Sigrid A song sent to me by a friend who likes to torture me with prompts. Post Crises and semi-canon One Shot

Poems. These words come from me and no where else.

Just as the title proclaims, these are very short stories written within chapters of their own. A story a chapter. Some are happy some are sad. Some are clear, others confusing. I'm just writing these for the heck of it. Publishing them for the same reason. Most will be best read to piano music. Maybe even when it is raining too, if you are lucky enough to catch the stories on a rainy day. But, this is your experience. Read to disco music if it pleases you. I hope you enjoy.

A shattered window let the cold December air swirl in and pierce his sweater, Blood-not ectoplasm, but real, red, human blood streaked the floor. He was late. (Short Drabble. Warning: Blood, Ectoplasm, Guns, Violence)

I was inspired by a special person to make this. You know who you are, you have a book that's dedicated to quotes Edit: might be more than you know (:3

Annalise Drewer goes exploring in a museum during a a party and meets an interesting old man who offers her something priceless. Meanwhile, Annalise's parents are looking for her.

Life after a divorce 😋 You may find it interesting u May not 😬🤷🏽‍♀️ ALSO: EVERYTHING IS IN THIRD PERSON I'm prolly not gon even finish this 🤣🤷🏽‍♀️