Passing Stories

My goodbye i didnt get to tell my grandma. May she rest in peace

What is in your box of memories?

A tribute to my grandpa. We love you very much. Thank you to my brother for the first half of this poem. P.S. To my readers, I'm really sorry for being so negligent, but with my first semester of college almost done and Winter Break just around the corner, more poems are definitely on their way.

crafts, passing tips, gender affirming care tips and more

Your life was perfect at your new school well almost perfect until your worst enemy comes to your new school and makes it a living hell

There's always been much debate about what happens when we pass away. The Buddhists believe in achieving Nirvana. Egyptians believe we sail the Duat and thrive amongst the gods, should we pass judgement. Harley Grove was your average angsty teen until one night she's in a fatal car accident. Harley wakes to find that in our passing we are granted on week to console our loved ones and right any wrongs. But each connection limits our time left on Earth.

come and take a look at scary or lovely short stories by your Arthur Matilda ( me )

My own Point of View of the Rain. This is my own original poem that I wrote. All Rights Reserved.

well...it's all random unrelated stuff...that pretty much says it all

A piece of paper suddently flew onto my desk. I opened it. ❝Hey :)❞ I turned around to see who sent it to me; the Hemmings douchebag, of course.

My name is Sebastian and I am a 17 year old transguy. Since I'm not that comfortable with blogging and stuff like that but pretty good with books, I figured I might aswell do this, maybe it helps someone. So yeah, I hope that of you decode to join me on my little journey, you'll enjoy it or find it helpful and my inbox is always open for anyone who needs to talk ❤