Leftover Stories

Tofu has spent his whole life being ignored, insulted, and shoved behind the vegetables. Everyone in the refrigerator thinks he's bland-especially Leftover Pizza, who won't stop bragging about how popular he was "last night." But Tofu is done being the soft, silent block nobody respects. With help from an overconfident bottle of Hot Sauce, two gossiping Pickle Twins, a dramatic carton of Milk, and a very unimpressed Soy Sauce, Tofu sets out to prove he belongs on the front shelf. Unfortunately, earning respect is hard when you can't move without someone pushing your package. Welcome to the fridge. There's beef. I'd use this with the title Tofu Wants Respect and the series name The Fridge Has Beef.

A story of Miharu Akiyama, who travel to a beach with his family, and finding his fate and how the tide will turn for him. And possibly, sweet memories that will be painted bright in his mind.

Two souls. ( I wrote this while listening to a song " butterflies by Isabel larosa" on repeat, so I'm not really sure or aware of the outcome yet but to be continued.)

Three times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.

Rani Minaj

Short snippets inspired by songs

We are not alone in space, that is for sure. Are the aliens watching us? How do they see us?

Hehe

Tragedy is, well, tragic. But the worst part is the leftovers. Who, or what is left to pick up the pieces. Me, well I am that leftover. Life was never a walk in the park. My parents fought, my younger brothers constantly broke my things, I was still single at sixteen, and my house was as tiny as could be. Still, that never prepared me for the tragedy that was coming.

I honestly don't get why my father can't treat me like I am his daughter. My entire life my dad never told me he loved me or he was proud of me. It is hard for me when my mom travels for work and I have no one to tell me everything is alright. I have always wanted a dad that showed like he was proud of me but I guess that will never happen. Every morning I tell him good morning he doesn't even show any happiness towards it like he don't he say good morning back. What am I supposed to do？Every night I ask my father how was his day he says the day is not over. How am I supposed to react to that. I just I don't even think he is my father he doesn't treat me like I am his daughter. I just want to cry and hope that I had a dad that showed that he cared. I always try to have a good relationship with him but it just he doesn't want to accept it. Just miss my mom like crazy. My real mom when she still had me she was an alcoholic.

Just some graphics I do :) ....𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.... 『 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐨𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐞 』

"I've always noticed you, But you never noticed me." Hailey finds a letter she was never supposed to- a letter to her sister, written by the boy next door. This is a simple, short story about unrequited love told through the perspective of a letter written by Chase, a boy who had a crush on the girl next door, Kaitlyn, since forever. However, a certain twist of fate caused the letter to end up at the wrong hands- Hailey, the younger sister of his crush. Sequel in progress- (Leftover Diary)

This is a short story I wrote the other day about life in quarantine. I hope you enjoy! (It's short enough that it doesn't really need much of a description.) :P