Home Stories

Geoff and Naomi are dead, and they're depressed, but when Geoff's cat Bernie dies as well, they embark on a wild journey to find it in the underworld. ***** When Geoff dies, alongside his girlfriend Naomi, they end up sharing an apartment in the Underworld as skeletons. But after a few years, Geoff starts suffering a mid-death crisis. What's the purpose of going through the motions as a skeleton if you can't really live? Then he gets word that his cat, Bernie, just died and he can collect him and bring him home! Geoff and Naomi hurry to get Bernie only to discover that, due to a clerical error, their cat has been lost. With the hunt for Bernie giving new purpose to Geoff's un-life, he and Naomi begin a quest to get back their cat. Battling skeleton pirates, climbing the sky ladder and facing off against the villain who took Bernie, Geoff is determined to find his purpose - or die a second time trying! [[2018 Wattys Winner - The Originals]] [[word count: 30,000-40,000 words]]

Adela Azer, and Rhys Azer found out they weren't able to have kids just a few years ago, after many failed attempts, miscarriages, one so far along she ended up having a still birth. So instead they talked and decided to spend the next couple of years getting their foster and adoption license. That's how they meet 12 year old Andrew James. He however is very different from kids his age, on his tippy toes he is approximately, 2'9. Due to a rare condition called IGAS, he will forever look like a 2 year old. This story will involve age regression, if it's not your cup of tea, well then don't read

Twelve years ago, Lev Romanov vanished. Now he's been found. Raised in an abusive household, Lev knows nothing about love, safety, or family. Suddenly thrust into the world of the wealthy and powerful Romanovs, he finds himself surrounded by parents who never stopped searching and brothers who never stopped missing him. But how do you return home when you can't remember where it is?

Some stories are soft. Some are chaotic. And some are simply impossible to explain. A collection of little moments filled with laughter, emotions, misunderstandings, unexpected feelings, and a whole lot of confusion. Different stories. Different kinds of love. What happens in each one? Well... konjam kaadhal, konjam comedy, konjam confusion. Let's see where each story takes us.

Sometimes the most tormented and vengeful minds can come from the most innocent faces.

We were never just childhood friends. Never just a family. We were eachother's home before we even knew what love was.we are always "STILL US"..💜

For everyone who spent so long building safe places for others that they forgot they deserved one too. May you find your way home.

ရိုးရှင်းသောဘဝ။ရိုးစင်းသောချစ်ခြင်းမေတ္တာ။ရိုးရိုးသာမန်အချစ်ဇာတ်လမ်းလေးတစ်ပုဒ်။ အညာမြေ fic ရဲ့ book-6

Jay is a busy idol. He never planned on becoming a regular at his friend's café tucked away from the noise of Seoul. At first, it was just the coffee. Then it was the music. And then there was the girl by the window-the one who quietly sang along every time an Oasis song filled the room. One song became another. Afternoons turned into a routine. Conversations replaced silence, and somewhere between old records, shared playlists, and cups of coffee that always seemed to last a little longer than they should, two strangers slowly became part of each other's everyday lives. ☕︎ Romance ☕︎ His POV ☕︎ Slice of life ☕︎ fluff

Everyone wants home..... Home where you can stay, rest and be yourself but home doesn't mean a building of concrete it is the feeling.... This is the story of two persons who find their home in eachother.. Hope you enjoy reading 🤞🏻

"opened my eyes to see a whole new world, people wore masks , there were animals who talked like humans." - Story about a young girl who travelled to a new world trying to find her way to her home, with some help who later becomes an important part of her.

This is how true evil takes shape. Michael Myers was patiently waiting for the right time to strike down everyone that bothered him while planning to make his escape.

War isnt over when news power rises.

This is not the story of how two people fell in love. Neither of them ever knew when that happened. This is the story of everything that came before. The ordinary Mondays. The last trains. The coffee that grew cold. The unfinished conversations. The museum tickets. And two people from completely different worlds who kept finding each other in the quietest moments. Until one day... home was no longer a place. It was a person. A slow-burn romance with C-drama vibes, quiet longing, and beautifully ordinary days. 🌙

One trip to change everything.

Welcome to my book that pertains all my oc characters.

who was he, if not the orphaned mist? and she, the hush of dawn's first kiss? did she scorch, or did she stay? Or was she the light that let him stay?

This is a story about finding a home. When people are exhausted, tired and drained they turn to the one place or person who wouldn't ask them questions but let them breathe. The kind of home that says ' I am here, just rest, I will hold you together ' Perth didn't intend to find home but between late night talks and dead lines he found santa anyway. WARNING ❗ The story discusses traces of depression Just giving a heads up. In Order to not cause any distress. The story is entirely mine so do not copy it . Thank you for your understanding. Have a good read 😊......

❝She heals broken hearts...❞ ❝He doesn't believe they can be healed.❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 "Love is a distraction... and I can't afford distractions." 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐓 "Even the coldest hearts deserve someone who refuses to give up on them." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Two different worlds. One little soul. One home waiting to be found. ✨🖤

she grew up in a house where shattered bottles were louder than bedtime stories. Her father was an alcoholic who spent more time drinking than being a parent. Every night brought another fight. Every argument left another scar. He sold every piece of her mother's jewelry, beat the woman who once loved him, and slowly destroyed the family they had built. Home was never a place for her. She was passed back and forth between her father's house and her mother's parents' house, yet neither ever felt like she belonged. She learned to pack her pain into small bags, carrying it wherever she went. While others grew up surrounded by love, she grew up surrounded by silence, fear, and the hope that one day she'd find a place to call her own. Some stories begin with love. Hers begins with survival.