histórias de Wannabeauthor

Possibly the worst thing in the world is Immortality. Humanity describes it as a curse and it is true. A young man who was strikingly similar to a certain reader knew this from firsthand experience being used as a mere toy for the beings that watch with sadistic smiles and a streamer who creates scenarios that increase his suffering, yet he is forced to participate until finally, he gives but as his title states, he is a Regressor and he must continue through this cycle. All images are not owned by me, please support the official artists!

To Me. From Me.

All she wanted was to make friends at her new school, but even that had to be more complicated than she wanted. A boy. Shadows. Darkness. Voices. Why was everyone scared of her? What had she done? Him.

Drafts in a wannabe authors notebook aka random shit I wrote

A boy named Zore. He's 16 years old, 96 pounds, and 4 foot 11 inches. He's a Tuba player in band but he learns that he's half Wolf, the last Wolf in Noramba (the city he lives in) and there are other people who are animals like William. He's 17 years old, 6 foot 3 inches and a percussionist (the person who plays the drums in band) find out what happens in this story about Z and William learning all about the new people and new places they travel together

Ellora Lawson has hated Lucas Evermore for as long as she could remember. And it didn't Make the fact that she had to see him every day, every class, outside her house, and even family vacations. And she was desperate to prove to this hockey jock that she was better than him. But as the dark cloud of depression looms over her head she finds even doing the simplest of tasks difficult. Lucas evermore can't seem to get his mind off his moms best friends daughter, the girl he's always loved messing with and enjoyed there constant banter. But things change when he starts to notice Ellora being less of herself, until one day his heart stops when he finds Ellora having a panic attack in the boy's locker room.

I'm not normal. But I don't remember why. I barely remember who I am. Or why I was locked up. It's always hard forgetting something you know is important, but I forgot everything. I lost all I ever had, but I don't remember what I had to begin with. I have a way to fix things, but I'm afraid of what will happen to me if I try. My name is Alice, and I am lost.

This are my first English poems, most of them are about the authum🍂 Hope you like reading them🙈✨