Historias de Whatcouldvebeen

As a fan of most things Star Wars, and especially The Clone Wars and Rebels, I found the Ahsoka series to have so much potential and the plot as a whole to offer so much for the future Mando-Verse, but it was so close to being such a great series not only for fans, but to general audiences as well. These chapters will not be very 'fanfiction like' as I have kept as much of the original plot as I can the same while improving what I consider flaws which made the series both confusing and tensionless at times. I hope you all can enjoy what I made and feel free to tell me what you like and dislike!

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Close Friend to Strangers.

"There was nothing but the rain, falling on my face, my hair, my everything, just as fast as I fell for you." just some poems of mine. there are short and long ones in no particular order so if you're not so into short poems you can still keep on reading ☄ warning: mentions of suicide

What could have been is far more hurtful than an almost, because we know there's always a chance, yet we chose to lose it instead.

"But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing." or dsmp lore where quackity holds a grudge, karl can't remember, sapnap gets curious, and george sleeps ------------------------------ cover art: kikichibee (instagram and twitter)

What if the boy you loved was never real to begin with? He smiled at you during class like it meant something. He let you in - almost. He never touched you like he meant it, but he haunted you like he owned you. This isn't a love story. It's a ghost story. A soft horror, told in five acts: the apparition, the seduction, the decline, the haunting, and finally... the exorcism. The Ghost of You is a lyrical breakdown of breadcrumbing, spiritual betrayal, and emotional erasure. It's about a girl who mistook ambiguity for affection and silence for safety... and the haunting that followed when the boy who "never meant to hurt her" became the ghost she couldn't forget. This is for the girls who were never chosen, only clung to. For the ones who lit candles for people who never stayed. For the soft, strong souls who keep rising anyway.

This is just a collection of stories I started, but never finished. They will stay here until I get the proper motivation to continue them, and I feel like it would be good to gain some constructive criticism on them. Be kind in your words stranger, because I don't take well to assholes bagging on my work when they can't even type a proper sentence. - Reba P.S. The art for the cover is definately not mine. I pulled it off Google for an art project and never ended up using it. I don't know who made it, but you are a fantastic artist. Note: I hate adding Authors notes but I feel like the next chapter I post will need one and to whom ever actually puts up with my semi-tolerable writing style I'm warning you that there will be one that is important to read in relations to the chapter 'To Become "Invictus"'. Dont skip it.