Mommabear povestiri

This is a book about my struggles and common struggles young moms face. I began this as a sort of way to vent and get in touch with my problems and hope it helps somebody else. Maybe you can relate in one way or another. My name is MJ and I have a 1 year old little girl. I am a single mom in college fighting to make it through everyday. This book will be undergoing editing frequently. I hope to one day have this book published or one like it.. Thank you for reading. 💗 ; All Rights Reserved

When Tora Fukushima travels to Konoha with her team for the Chunin Exam, she meets a certain silver-haired Jounin and his own students...but with Orochimaru letting his presence be known, Tora's not-so-pretty past comes to light and difficult memories resurface.

This is the rough draft version of "The Otonari's Last". Feel free to read if you want insight into my original thoughts, but the edited version is better (at least in my opinion)!

This is something that I wrote to my mom for mother's day. It was something that I stayed up all night writing. So enjoy

Every story has a beginning. Whether the main character meets someone that changes their life, has a dramatic occurrence, or is simply born, the story must start somewhere. For me, my story starts much later in my life than when I was born, but my history - my past - has a large part to play in everything that I do. My life changed the same month I turned eleven years old. It was unfortunate for me to have experienced something so horrid at such a young age...but I've learned to live with it. My family... My friends... Each and every one of them slaughtered merely because we didn't give one man the thing he wanted. When all was said and done, his words were few: "Hm, disappointing. I was looking forward to having such a strong ability in my arsenal." Disappointment. That's all he felt when my entire clan was killed. Disappointment that he could not obtain something he wanted. Disappointment that he lost his only chance to gain that something. Or so he thought. I am Aratani Otonari, the Otonari's last.

Jill Anderson. This Poem doesn't even begin to describe this amazing woman. I loved her with my whole heart. And the world should have known this woman.