Trainwreck Stories

Oh boy...this is a train wreck from my childhood. I wrote this from when I probably 9 or 10 to maybe 11 or 12. I love this story to death because it brings back memories of me packing in the words on loose leaf paper writing on a stupid giant notepad refusing to use paragraphs because I would edit later, sitting on the floor of my mom's room with Disney channel on while I sat with my elbows dug into the rug only to lift them up every couple seconds to examine the imprints speckled in my skin. This is the point in which I believe I became passionate about writing, which is why I still love flipping through my 60 page book that was written straight from my little head. To think, I've been writing stories as long as I've been playing my flute.

I just think about a lot of things.

a short story

"Unburn the ashes. Unchain the reactions. I'm not ready to die, not yet. Pull me out the train wreck." Oh, how they burned CW//: STRONG LANGUAGE TW//: SUICIDE, DEATH

i love bill hader these are bill hader characters because i'm in love with him

Morgan Rivers has wanted nothing more than to just move to Monte Carlo and start her own life their without her dad’s money to help her survive. Now that she has finally graduated from high school, she can do as she pleases. When her star-crossed lover and favorite teacher, Isaac McNallen offers her a summer job of a lifetime, Morgan does not pass it up. Two weeks away from home and her over spoiled life including one week in the beautiful Monte Carlo itself will have Morgan on her toes all summer long. But what happens when that two week job is extended into a three month long internship? Morgan is overjoyed with the offer. What does she get to do? Her dream job. Where does she get to work? Her dream city. Who does she get to spend more time with? Her dream guy, Isaac McNallen. Or does she? Last time Morgan checked, her dreams never included sharing a studio with Caleb Mason.

Think of this almost like a dairy. Its a place for my thoughts to be free, Maybe a poem will appear. maybe its one line that is speaking to me, They could be perfectly edited or full of errors just what my mind needs to share with the world even if it is a just the void. Sometimes the ramblings come to me while I try to write my other book sometimes its as i go through out my day. All i can say is laugh at my humor cry at my pain welcome to my brain.

I get no one will read this, and my opinions will probably be unpopular, and no one asked for this, but it's here. This is a book where I will rant/explain stuff to try and get it out of my system. Hate on this, add it to cringe comps, I'm not that fussed. I don't wish to come across as edgy or anything, but I'm seriously not bothered.

As the title mentions, a random book of whatever I feel like writing. And that I don't feel sucks 100% in that moment. As well as just random updates and things... because. I can safely say, this is mostly just fan fiction, and nothing will belong to me. This will be updated more regularly than my Tododeku one-shots. Disclaimer: Nothing is mine here, including characters used. Including the cover and elements of plot I may include. Credit to those who's things I'm borrowing. They did the real heavy lifting. Without further ado prepare for cringe, (how good do you really think this is going to be?) Brain rot, and maybe something alright. Thanks or stopping by!

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