Improving Histoires

Who? Ramblings. Fragments. Notes. Thoughts without direction. Understanding without words. Pieces of a mind that wont rest. Unkown. Unnamed. Forgotten. Who are we thriving for in the end if not us? Who will be there if no one cares?

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The most beautiful thing is being loved back by someone you love. Because for him you're the most beautiful.

Climate change and environmental issues have become some of the most pressing concerns of our time. The Earth's climate is changing at an unprecedented rate, largely due to human activities such as burning fossil fuels and deforestation. This has led to a range of environmental problems, from rising sea levels and more frequent and severe natural disasters, to the loss of biodiversity and the degradation of ecosystems.

A short one shot, written in English, talking about an immortal not being able to find home Because, in the end, what is Home anyway? Enjoy

⚠️ IN THE HARSH CHAPTER, YOU MAY NOT BE COMFORTABLE. PLEASE SKIP IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ROASTED. IF YOU READ IT AND HATE ON IT, JUST KNOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED BEFORE. ⚠️

This is a compilation of my own poems.

McKayla is having rough time at school because she speaks her mind. so she different from everybody, she's gone through a lot in life and nobody really knows, except for a few people and she's slipping. she's slipping from everybody. When she finally thinks things are going good in her life something comes crashing down on her, leaving her helpless until she finds out that one person that can help her then betray her in the end they always do. -------_-------_-----------_----------_--- McKayla grew up bullied since third grade the teacher didn't pay attention so she grew up with her name to hate . Because of her past. now she is who she is today; psychotically violent, rude and mean everyone she passes people have broken down your walls and if they did they see a true side of her broken unfixable and scared to try to fix it all came close but will he be the one to push her over the edge follow McKayla during this journey.

This a book of random things I write, and to hopefully improve more!

Like the subtle grey sky before it rains, The eerie whisper of the wind urging you to run, And the endless shade of death cloaking you in its desperate grasp. It all must come to an end. The weather had been noticeably more dispiriting the past few days. The heavy promise of rain tickled my nose in warning and the delicate lull of the gentle wind comforted my darkened spirit. I never could of anticipated that when the sky screamed in anger and pain, tears falling from its face in a desperate attempt to relieve the weight it held. That the agony it possessed would transfer its way to myself and the others who lost everything in a single storm. This is a story of the end.

A letter to my future self to remind me of positivity and the good things in the world.