Im-sorry Histoires

does it count as an art book or more like trash thrown at a computer screen? the mysteries of life... p.s most stuff will be digital (using mediBang) because I am incapable of using a camera apparently

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One girl, one mother and two silver vests

This is just a collections of poems and rants of how I feel. Decided to start this because honestly right now I am far from okay. Hope you enjoy.

[Previously called "A Thousand Thoughts Like Shattered Glass"] These are poems that I write in an attempt to cope and I write them hoping that they will help not only me, but other people who read them too. I'd love to hear what you think of them, and I always answer comments, so feel free to leave me you thoughts on these poems. And yes, I do realize that some of the earlier ones are really bad. Sorry. Also, it does say it's completed, but I might still occasionally add more poems, just so you know. [Some of these may or may not be triggering to people, so be careful and stay safe! ☺]

Thwok is sent to the lab of the creator of the Wublins to help a Wublin out, but will this be a regular meeting, or will it end with chaos? (Cover coming soon- maybe...)

im so sorry

This is merely a collection of all the useless story ideas that I liked well enough to compile into a collection of other useless story ideas but not enough to actually make a story on. The ideas and genres completely vary and half of them I will not even finish so if you just stumble across a half assed attempt at the simplest blurb, just know that I'm a lazy piece of shit. Enjoy the weird crap that goes on in my fucked up head :)

I think a lot and I talk a lot. I can go to thinking about someone to thinking about cake or what I am going to do when I come home. So I am going to rant about this. I will rang about absolutely nothing worth thinking about until you feel bored and move on to another story without leaving a comment or a vote. But maybe if I am lucky you'll come back when I upload something new, like a worthless rant about how it's ridiculous that's you can write the same word that has the same meaning two different ways. I mean, it confuses the hell out of me and quite a lot of other people I think. Okay I am going to stop now. But one last thing that I need to ask about. Will you rant with me?

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗." - 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗

warnings- there's the mention of abuse / mental abuse , suicide, and cutting so you have been warned - {Story is explained in the first part of chapter one}

Brenna was the new girl for over a year. No one looked at her and she had no friends from her school. She has Michae, who's the only one that knows that she skates when no one's around. Will shows up, she is no longer the new girl. He dives right into the social life. Everyone loves him and he's one of the best hockey players to ever step foot in their little school. When he notices Brenna her quiet life gets mixed up. She just wants him to leave her alone. Michael seems to know Will more than he lets on. Brenna just wants everything to stop and she wants a better life. Could there be more to entail for Brenna than just getting life back to normal? Will he heart play tricks on her because her mind tells it to?

Lila Everstien was kidnapped when she was 12 and she finally escaped four years later. With the help of Harvey Cook she regains her health and embarks to try and find her family. Harvey gives her shelter and hopes that Lila will be happy once again. But he has a dark family secret that he is barley hidding from Lila. Will she figure it out? Will she find her real family? Is her real family still looking for her? So many questions and only reading can give the answers.

This is originally by "blujamas, thcscus (blujamas)" on AO3, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THEM Cover art credit goes to CLCDesigns on DeviantArt "I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not.

These are all the Leaders of my FanClan; WinterClan! uhhhhhhhhhhhhh... RIP Rankings: #4 in FanClans Out of 364 people! (I so proud T3T) Credit to the person who made le random picture for the book cover :P Idk who drew it.