Withdrawn Stories

Inspired by Mötley Crüe's Nikki Sixx; here i wanted to share my own "Heroin Diaries"... only with a slight difference: focusing on sobriety only... #LivingTheSoberWay #SixxWaysOfLife #AddictionDiaries #BeautifulInSobriety #HeroinDiaries #HeroinIsNotMyFriend #VodkaIsNotMyFriend #AddictionDiaries #SobrietyFuckingRocks !!!

I fell in love with my best friend in art school and then, with almost comic timing, became the least lovable version of myself. My parents got sick. My uncle stole the money. I had to drop out. My parents died anyway, and I was left with debt I couldn't pay and a life I couldn't look at directly. So I did what frightened, ashamed people do: I disappeared. Four years later, while I was outside a convenience store pretending a cigarette counted as a plan, Mabel found me. -Amélia This started as an au of Grey zone, a previous story and ended up being it's own thing. Warning: THIS IS ME BEING PISSED AT SHITTY AI STORIES AND MAKING MY OWN AI STORY. Even if I edited it a shitload to make it into a better version. The base is still AI and thus cannot be copyrighted. This isn't a masterpiece, this is slop. Please consume responsibly.

Michael Lives on Luke's uncle's ranch in a rural part of New south Whales, just outside of Sydney's city and bordering the Blue Mountains region. Michael's Parents died when he was 15 leading to him being taken in by a long time family friend. Luke is a famous singer who moved to New York city, from Sydney with his parents when he was 14 to peruse a music career. Luke gets mixed up in a drug scandal and his parents decide to send him home to Australia to spend the summer working on his uncle's horse ranch. Mikey acts as if he doesn't know who Luke is- of course he does, it's not like he's been living under a rock for the past 7 years.-but really Michael couldn't care less that he is famous. Luke doesn't want to be on a "stupid smelly farm" and is finding it hard to cope without reception, Friends, fans and drugs. (Credit to the original owners of all the Songs and pictures used in this book. )

This book is to help you get set free from the addiction that has been haunting you and your family for generations to destroy you. The devil doesn't want you to read this but since you have the authority over any demon , my prayer is that this book helps you receive God in your life even more!

UPDATE: 1/14/24 - Per reader request, I will turn this from a short story into a novella. It will be taken down soon and re-published! Despite years passing since Hasan moved his children from Québec to Amman, twenty-four-year-old Yazid still struggles to see passed his father's decision to leave his mother. As the firstborn, he attempts to take on more responsibility for his sisters, but one of them perpetually meets him headstrong. If there are three words Hasan would use to describe his son, they would be reckless, disagreeable, and unpredictable. For this reason, he entrusts his eldest daughter Aseel to care for the family, investing in her more than investing in Yazid. With his mother thousands of miles away, and his father unapproachable, the young man finds solace in injecting himself with needles of "amnesia" as he puts it, unaware that, with every memory he washes away, he grows in sin. On one lonely night, Yazid comes in contact with slithering dancers, swaying from side to side, whispering in his ear that there is only one true way to cleanse himself of his sins. Genre: General Fiction Themes: Suicide, substance abuse, anxiety

I am going to draw and stuff. I'm welcome to requests!

Iris Marlowe and I first met at orientation week, and our mutual hatred was instant. We were in rival teams under rival professors in the geology department, which meant I got to see her smug, perfectly composed face on a regular basis - and she got to see mine. Lucky us. Our hatred was mutual, consistent, and frankly well-documented. Until the day I was carrying shovels, we bumped into each other, and I stole her first kiss. Warning: THIS IS ME BEING PISSED AT SHITTY AI STORIES AND MAKING MY OWN AI STORY. Even if I edited it a shitload to make it into a better version. The base is still AI and thus cannot be copyrighted. This isn't a masterpiece, this is slop. Please consume responsibly.

This is where you can enter your Digimon fanfiction in the Digimon Watty awards. Happy writing!

Counting days If I can get over.

While I'm quite chatty and open about my feelings and problems with people very close to me, my sister is the opposite. After being so close growing up, now that she's moved away for uni I feel I worry about her more now as she tends to be very independent and keep her problems and feeling to herself. This is about that worry, and for all the worry people feel about loved ones who tend to keep things bottled up.