Lostgeneration Stories

" vas-y, sers-toi!" a woman yelled in french as she pushed the young maid away carrying a sleeping baby The man beside her heaves unable to breath properly caused by bullet wounds " save her...save her, our last will for our family... Run! Run as fast as you can, Ally!" the woman continued to encouraged the poor young maid who was able to get away with light wounds from the gun shots " je suis desole, mi amore" the man apologized to his other half " non problema" the woman smiled to her husband as a tear fell from her eyes " je't aime" the woman bid farewell to her husband before passing away " au revoir, je famille" the man soon followed his wife The young maid run as fast as she could as she cried for her lost masters... She look down at the sleeping baby and swore to herself that she will protect the baby and get her to safety " live, princess for you are 'le miracle de la famille Samuels' the heir of your generation" the young maid claimed as rain drops started to pour _______17 Years Later________ " nous l'avons trouvee" a man claimed upon entering the room " its time, to retrieve her" a man declared in authority as he look at the 10th generation of his family " notre princesse perdue, la generation perdue de la famille Samuels, tot ou tard, we will bring her home" the man with authority added " We, The SAMUELS BROTHERS" all 15 men declared as their subjects flinched at their tone of determination and authority At the same time at a certain country.... A girl woke up from her sleep as tears drip down her cheeks " Who am I?" as she questions her own existence Was her existence a lie or was it planned?

"I often wonder what are we made of, because every time the doctors say my bones are great and my skin is good, and my breathe is regular, I feel like my air becomes toxic and there I lay and it's not my fault but my brain's not moving along with my body and that makes me cringe." SHORT STORY ; UNCOMPLETE SERIES ; TEEN FICTION

Profound poem about God and the concluding days we are currently living in.

🌑 "Tainted Blood" is a raw and reflective poem about breaking generational cycles and redefining identity. Through haunting metaphors of nicotine, legacy, and the quiet violence of inherited pain, the speaker confronts their past and dares to imagine a future free from the weight of old wounds. This piece explores the powerful tension between self-destruction and self-redemption, and the bravery it takes to rewrite a bloodline's story-one drop of hope at a time.

Nothing feels right these days. Unfulfilled potential shattered dreams and cursed without consent. This is the modern life.

My heart hurts and your words are more painful and tiring than a meteorite crashing on earth.

Flickering neon reflects in vacant eyes. Rows of figures, plugged in, lost in the glow. The warehouse, once a hub of industry, now a graveyard of dreams. VR goggles paint paradise while reality crumbles. 🌈💀 #CyberDystopia #VRJunkies #LostGeneration

A girl named Jackeline Scottson is a teenager having a problem in life. She has a night episode of her past that she doesn't know about it. she has enemies in her school, and she thinks that life is hard. But life makes her worst of all if that she has to be partner with the mean girls that they locked her up in the dungeon. Now she is hearing voice in the dungeon. Do you want to know what those voices have adventure that taking her?

A reimaging of the classic Whodunit? set in a quaint coffee shop in Paris, 1923 with a murder, a wide-range ensemble cast of suspects, and one perpetrator.

In a world shaped by myth, memory, and multiversal echoes... Svetlana-now known as Gṛhakāmin, the one who seeks home-sails once more into the unknown. She is the last surviving member of a vanished generation of heroes. For decades, she has faced the same monsters, the same failure, across many worlds. But this time, she is not alone. With her stands Zephyr-a kind soul called Mumukṣu, the seeker of truth. Together, they sail into the heart of mystery, into the last echo of danger the world has forgotten. This time, the soul is different.

a story about a time at the Dead Sea surrounded by life caused by the deserts winter rain

Since the death of her mother, Sashi has noticed strange men hanging around her small town. Always edging on the side of caution, like her mother taught her, Sashi honour's her mother's final wishes and begins to track down an old friend of her mother's. Brought up thinking she has no family, can Sashi survive what her mother ran from? **** This is not a typical werewolf story, I have blended a few werewolf legends for my story and I hope you like.

When Good Became Boring is a raw and unflinching reflection on heartbreak, silence, and the struggles of a generation drowning in noise yet starving for truth. Through seven powerful chapters and a closing note, ShadowPro exposes the painful reality of modern love, the temptation to abandon values, and the silent collapse of a world that celebrates destruction while mocking goodness. This is not just a story-it is a mirror. A warning. A plea. For anyone who has ever felt "too good" in a world that rewards chaos, these words are your proof: goodness is not weakness, and love is still sacred.