Истории Rust

Before Dean Martin was Dean Martin, he was Dino Paul Crocetti - a kid from the North End of Steubenville, Ohio, who ran the same streets as my father. This is not a book about Dean Martin. This is a book about my father, William Alfred Gaumer, and the world that made him. The North End in the 1930s. The phone book that told you who mattered and who didn't. The night everything went wrong on Market Street. The eight years in a grey stone building outside Columbus. The man who taught him what history was. The uncle who went to Korea and came back a different kind of quiet. The reunion that almost didn't happen. I was ten years old and I waited outside. This is the story I reconstructed from the pieces he left behind, told by the son who arrived too late to ask the questions that mattered - and had to find the answers anyway. Running Mates of Steubenville is a five-part literary memoir about fathers and sons, Rust Belt America, and what it costs a man to become himself. The full book is available on Amazon KDP. This is the opening - read it here, finish it there.

Lauren , who is a total nerd and spend most of her time studying is surrounded by her parents who are really into parties and showing off. They make Lauren attempt a party and make her date Liam. But then she mets Niall and her whole life changes.

A man wakes up on a mysterious island, naked. There are bears and wolves, Fox's and other perils, but the biggest threat of all is humans.

(Discontinued --- Kept up for archival purposes) (((Obligatory reminder that these stories aren't meant to be taken seriously and I don't ship anyone written about in these books.))) Hello, and welcome to my oneshot story! I hope you enjoy my story!

The Collection was once just a series of poems. However, as time went on, it turned into an actual collection of entries. These entries include, but are not limited to the following: poetry, free writes, and journal entries. Dive in and see what The Collection has to offer enrichment, enlightenment, and excitement!

This is a story about a young man left on an island by the Russian government.

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The world around me was a world of decay. It was a wasteland, a junkyard with mountains of metal everywhere. There were destroyed buildings and smoldering fires at every corner. It seemed as though the place had been destroyed, and then rebuilt entirely out of junk. I was alone in a wilderness of waste. No, not alone. At the edge of my vision, I could see things shifting, moving slowly. But whenever you would look in that direction it would stop. You would only occasionally see the tail of some unknown monster or insect crawling into some nook or cranny to hide, always waiting, waiting for its next victim to pass by. Everything was quiet. There was no life. Only death, the sun was red. The dust was everywhere. Everything was dark. Even in the day. The world wasn’t a world. It was dump. Smoke was everywhere. But you would never see the fire. There were no clouds. No puddles, no water. Nothing grew, only withered. There were no trees, no plants, only metal, rock, and dust. But our world wasn’t always like this. It used to be giant, green, and prosperous. But then humans came along. We took from the earth, and never returned. Wars broke out, we built up huge bombs, and we blew up one another. The world was destroyed. So they left. They built goliath sized ships and left earth, went to space to destroy more planets. But we didn’t all leave. Some couldn’t afford it. The homeless, the lost, the abandoned, and the separated. We were left behind. Left to go and make the best of the worst. They left us nothing, but we still survive. This place was earth, now, it’s Rust.

this was war :)

A rude, malevolent and cursed queen gets sent on a treasure hunt by an orphan boy of gold. *Disclaimer! All names, places, and people used in this book are entirely fictional. Any similar names, places or people are entirely coincidental.*

The world is changing! In Rust, the Abominations are gathering strength and hatching plans. The will of King and Rose dwindles. The Thorns rush to combat this growing threat, they have hunted the Abominations for years uncounted. Can they stop the cogs that have been set in motion by forces unnamed? And if not, what does the future hold for Mankind? Maxwell and his young protectorate, journey north to the city of Woodcross. An evil stirs in the mountains, awoken by the impending storm. Maxwell and the King on the Mountain is the first book in a series of books called Rust. I've been influenced by books like 'The Lord of the Rings', 'The Hobbit', 'Conan' and 'The Dark Tower'. I've been illustrating and conceiving this series for at least 5 years and have been writing Maxwell and the King on the Mountain for 4 years. I'm hoping to self publish very soon.

Being in a orphanage for most of my life is not that bad.. But you know deep down inside that you'll never be adopted... Or. You THINK that... Hi! My name is Sammie, I'm 13 and I am the person described above. Hope you enjoy my story on how I got adopted by LITERALLY THE BEST DAD EVER! Warning! There is mention of depression but no self harm done.. (well mention of doing but none actually done i promise) There is also drama because my writing gets boring. Also small swearing, and the one (maybe 2??) times of big swear words.. It gives my book more realism.. (if anything related to Albert is real anymore lol) I also hope Albert nor Jake NEVER find this book! I would die. Of fangirling and thinking they would hate me after reading.. ✔️Completed✔️