Leftovers Stories

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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.

One time there was a party, and after that party there was one cheese pizza slice left, this is a story of that slice.....

A little something different. A micro-story about a leftover slice of pizza that day-by-day is waiting to be eaten. Just a bit of fun because when everything in the world seems to be going wrong it's nice to take a step back and laugh a little. Even if it is at how badly a slice of pizza wants to be eaten. As well as a few other short stories about anything and everything.

The boys had never seen someone so happy to eat the same leftovers four days in a row...beside Jin.

The story is about; the transition from staying with people to ALONE! :) ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ Make your own happiness 😌 ✓ ~•|•~ ~•|•~ *. __ * Its a short story, byeee

A series of stories having to do with my already existing books. Please read the introduction before reading any of the stories. DISCLAIMER: The only things I claim are all originals characters and storylines. Everything else goes to respective owners.

A letter to my past self. I wish I had known sooner what my future would hold, but I know if I had I wouldn't have grown.

Rani Minaj

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

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

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