Recount Stories

I hope this will be filled with interlectual thinking and achievements but it will most likely contain the fustrations of a teen with too many opinions. I will probably write a small amount daily.

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[True story] I guess it's times like this when I have noone to talk to where I want to interact with the internet. Well this is my story... the life of an academic student that has more to life than just... grades.

This is the story of Julian Douglas Voorhees, in his own voice, of how he came to be a passenger on an interplanetary space shuttle from Cape Canaveral, Florida to the planet Terra Nova, his trials and tribulations, and his eventual demise at the hands of the greatest silence of all - the expanse of space. The story is told in a non-linear style, following the disparate thoughts of Julian as he reminisces about the past. Status: On-Hold

I'm happy to know you, you taught me how to respect someone's feelings you are also the one who managed to make me feel what it means to learns, you also always make me happy every day, you always give me an understanding of the importane of caring for someone's feeling, the importance of giving in, because by yieding we can return to repair the relationship, now you are gone butuh i am happy to know you and i also learn a lot from you, you are always the main charactering my every story, i hope you are always happy even though it is not the same asme

What if one day you woke up and realised that dreams are in fact a bridge to your reality? An angel has a perfect life, or so we think. They can only advice us but not intercept in our lives, or so we think. Hello I'm a strange guy with a weird brain and have a lot of ideas so i put them here.

The thing about silence you see, it's predictable. Harmless. Words can't hurt you if they were never said in the first place.

A series of accounts of the zombie apocalypse. Families tell their tales using diaries, blogs, transcripts and letters.

This is a contest story that has to be a 500-word story on my life and what shaped me to become a writer.

A recount of a dystopian future from a boy who fell victim to the establishment

Fictional recount of the travesty of Pompeii. (Short Story)

I made this story for all people who love recounts hope you like please vote for this book also pls follow me Warning: don't write negative comments

A man recounts his time as a teenager and meeting his first love.

My name is X. WAS. My name was X. I must advise my tale is not for everyone. If you are upset by mentions of suicide, self harm, abuse, rape, and murder, do not feel obligated to read my story. I don't want to harm. I lost everything at the tender age of 12. My life hadn't even begun. I had never been anywhere and I didn't have a good relationship with my family. I was in the seventh grade. I didn't know who I was as a person. And now I will never know. This isn't some inspirational story about someone who loses family and is then raped and ends up as an adult in therapy healing and living their life. Nothing about my story is inspirational. This whole story is a work of non-fiction. The names of people are changed, however all places and events mentioned exist or existed. My name is X. Let me show you my hell.

Name: Dian Purnama NIM: 20200213008 Subject: Interpersonal Writing