Non Stories

INTRODUZIONE ciao,sono Jane,e ho 17 anni vivo con mia madre e mio padre al 64 di wall stret. Ho un migliore amico: si chiama michael,ed è la mia vita. Ci conosciamo da quando siamo piccoli e, crescendo le cose non sono cambiate. O almeno così credevo. Gli voglio un bene infinito... anche se ultimamente penso di starmi innamorando di lui. La mia famiglia è un po disastrata,ma continuano a sperare che le cose possano migliorare da un giorno all'altro. Forse sto parando troppo. Ma questa è la mia storia

A seulement 15ans , je pense que ma vie faisait que de commencer mais en une soirée tout a basculé Promise à un garçon que je déteste,forcé de dire "oui" devant tout le monde , elle se retrouve enfermée dans un mariage qu'elle n'a jamais voulue Entre disputes , silence glaciale et regards pleins de haines , une guerre commence sous le même toit Mes parfois ....la haine et plus fragile qu'on ne le croit Merci de ne pas juger je vien de commencer pour la première fois !

"A prince born of royal blood-does he truly deserve the crown and throne? Or is it the one who proves worthy of kingship? My dangerous gamble has begun; where every loss means losing everything." #darkromance #mafia Writer: Aypulwi

No matter how far they go, no matter how many excuses they dream up - they always come back home. To one another. Again. And again. And again.

She doesn't speak. Not because she can't be heard-but because the world never made room to listen. Wanda learns to listen anyway. A quiet story about connection, care, and the small ways people learn to understand each other without needing the same language.

Quand Lyna entre au collège, elle pense enfin pouvoir recommencer. Nouvelle année, nouvelles rencontres, nouvelle version d'elle-même. Elle s'imagine des amitiés sincères, des rires dans les couloirs, une place où elle pourrait enfin se sentir à sa place. Mais la réalité est bien différente. Entre les regards qui jugent, les mots qui blessent et le silence qu'elle garde au fond d'elle, Lyna découvre un monde plus cruel qu'elle ne l'avait imaginé. Chaque jour devient un combat entre ce qu'elle montre... et ce qu'elle ressent vraiment. Pourtant, au milieu du chaos, une voix grandit en elle. Une voix qu'on a trop longtemps ignorée. Une voix qu'on ne pourra bientôt plus faire taire.

Some people don't leave your life- they just change shape in your mind. You're left holding onto versions of them that don't exist anymore when you should be moving through a life that expects you to let go. Time doesn't stop. You're caught somewhere between memory and reality.

What in the world?! *** You were a normal human, who was in college. You studied the history from your world which happened a long time ago, like hundreds and thousands of years before. You needed books to be able to study further, but you didn't have those. This resulted in you deciding to go to a library to see if they had any old books there. Little did you know this would result in a much bigger adveture then you firstly thought. You had opened a weird looking book, it was scuffed and the pages were tinted yellow as they were barely even holding on. You flipped the pages, just to find a gem in a sort hole of all the pages, as soon as you touched it you felt something weird happening to your body. You closed your eyes, but as soon as you opened them once more you found yourself falling, but where? You looked around and you found yourself falling from out the sky? What the fuck?! You kept falling until your body collided with the ground as everything went black. ".." "Hey, wake up! Traveler?!" !!TW!! This is a Y/N story line and a interacitve one, in the book it will be explained how that will work. This is also based on a My Hero Acedemia listener page on spotify named: 'Soundful MHA', the credits will go to them! I hope you will have a good reading experience, have fun!

She is a huntress. A huntress who serves the most powerful sorceress. The most powerful sorceress has kept a secret. A secret that only the Gods know. Only the Gods know of a fate. A fate that could lead to destruction. Destruction only the huntress carries. Her name Is

Lola wakes up in a place called the special one's nursery, the number on her arm is 13 and she forgot everything the week before her life turned upside down, She meets Max who's number is 10, Neil who's number is 11, and Nikki who's number is 12 (also she met space kid whose number is 14 and Nurf who's number is 15). After some days she questions about the nursery until she finds out that she has wings, vulture's wings. Now together with her new friends, she finds a way to cope with her powers, and someday look at her past and why it turned out to be the way it is.

Most of these headcanons are literally bast on nothing, but it's just something I thought would be fun.

I am a gay trans man who is disabled and also happens to be Mormon. This is an account of what I've learned in the Mormon church. No one in the church knows of my true identity. Here I prove the various sources that Mormons use to justify their blatant homophobia, transphobia, etc. false. I have written this for anyone who needs a reminder that God loves them exactly as they are. It's also for anyone who wants to educate themselves and finally start loving all of God's children as Christ Himself would. If the church does not truly love and accept all of God's children, the church will die.

In a close-knit community, where friendships are built on trust and shared dreams, Mia and Emma have always been inseparable. They've weathered every storm together, from heartbreak to family drama, believing their bond is unbreakable. But when a hidden secret surfaces-one that involves betrayal and deception-the foundation of their friendship begins to crumble. As Emma grapples with the revelation of Mia's betrayal, she is forced to confront not only the lies but also her own choices. With each painful encounter, the distance between them grows, and the once unbreakable bond is tested in ways neither of them could have anticipated. Caught in a web of loyalty, guilt, and the fear of losing what they once had, both girls must navigate the treacherous waters of forgiveness and self-discovery. Can they find a way back to each other, or is their friendship destined to remain a bittersweet memory? Whispers of deceit is a poignant exploration of the complexities of friendship, the pain of betrayal, and the resilience required to mend broken relationships. As Mia and Emma embark on a journey of healing, they discover that some wounds run deeper than they imagined, and sometimes, true friendship requires letting go.

This is for you if you are depressed or you always felt insecure,The whole world has it parts in the past that remains stagnant in our heart,we are tired,restless sad and empty,the happiness blood that runs in us has dry,our flaws or fears has weaken our strong minds, we don't have to remain same way having same feeling that kills us slowly! You deserve happiness,how and what can you do to be happy again? I once red a book titled (re-inventing yourself) which there is the oener of the spirit and the victim,who is a victim and who is a owner if the spirit? i forgot the authors name it was actually a friend that gave me the book to read i was once three month depressed but being depressed dosen't change any of my problems but affect me in every ways, It a combination of poems and articles! The inspiration behind this is just that i once expressed depression that affect me mentally and i was mentally breakdown it true i smile to hide my pains then but my heart is heavy! Okay, Open this book and be heal!... ©️copyright january 21 2021 by Aloje ayomikun,all right reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the author. Enjoy reading!

Alam nyo na siguro yung kwento ni pagong at matsing at dun sa pinag aagawan nilang puno ng saging? What if maging Tragic yung story? Nakakatuwa padin ba?

Un frère et une sœur discute de la vie et énoncent leur point de vu divergeant

This is completely random, this for the things we couldn't shout about. This is for the ideas that are destined to be caged in our brains. This is for the normal things that the soceity finds inappropriate. This is for the times we got yelled at and made fun of because we disagreed with them. This is for the people that almost lost their minds trying to figure out how the society works. This is for the desperate people with raging angry souls that lost hope in changing the world. This is for our fear to revolt. If you can't fix the soceity, write about it. Let it out.....