Nocure Stories

Close the borders. No one in. No one out. The government told us we would be safe. That the outbreak wouldn't get into America. A lie. It was all a lie. No one was safe. No nation was safe. It begun out of nowhere and it spread more rapidly than anything this earth has ever known. In twenty-four hours a third of the world was infected. There is no cure and there will never be a cure. It has been 389 days since the beginning. Since the earth was plunged into an apocalypse. Now we are just The Dying Kind.

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"Seeing someone almost everyday and not being noticed by him is a painful feeling that I'm going through every single day because of my disease. I'm writing a diary about a guy and I hope I can talk to him when my disease is cured." The story is about a girl having this disease called Spinocerebellar ataxia(this disease causes the person to lose control over their body. Adverse effects of the disease can involve the person's legs, hands and speech which means that the person can no longer use those things. There is no cure for this disease) and one day, she meets a guy who have a big influence to her. They have never talked before but she fall in love with him. She is writing a diary about how hard her life is. This disease causes her the inability to see the one she wants to see most, the one she wants to speak to so much, but sadly, the one that can never be hers.

Got bored on a whim and chose to write this

A virus with unknown origins has spread turning most of the population into flesh eating monsters, despite the warnings people go about their normal lives when the infection hits. Far but close from home, a group of teens are forced into a new world and trying to make sense of all that has happened with the help of unexpected friends and enemies along the way. The undead isn't the worst thing to fear in the apocalypse.

The world is being destroyed by an unknown disease and even with the scientists working day and night it's still not enough. So far, if you catch the disease you die from it, no one has yet to survive. Eighteen year old Tessa must find a way to not catch the disease and survive in a world were just to get a weapon or food, people kill you with no questions asked. She told her self that she wouldn't get involved with people's problems. Until she meets Jason.

the title describes it

“I don't handle things very well.”

2 years has passed since the pandemic broke out across the country of Almatia, and no cure has ever been found. The people of Granden found stability by following the distance rule, curfew laws, and monitoring everyone's health through a detector that looks suspiciously like the ones in the airport ran by an artificial intelligence. Despite the newfound stability, Branwell Fowley's sudden discovery of a young man, makes him question the existence of the virus. [Working In Progress]

"Palagi mong tatandaan na kapag sasapit ang ulan, pumunta ka sa itaas ng gusali na ito. Sigurado, nandiyan ako" -Adeline Thank you Teniente---Amor✨ [Date Published]: September 21, 2019 [Date Finished]: September 21, 2020 [Date Edited]: April 25, 2021 ☀️2019

HE tries his best to see her as often as he can. She wishes he could spend every second of the day with HER. IT has absolutely no idea what it's doing. Read to find out who these characters are and what they represent ! Love DarkBae💜

Hello my name is Trish, my book is about how I live with Fibromyalgia and my story with facts about what I know about it.