Yadda Stories

Grace Turner is a fifteen year old girl suffering from depression. Her mother, Kathryn, and father, Jason, have tried everything they can to make her better, but apparently haven't done enough in Grace's mind. Throughout the story, you will experience Grace's life with her in full detail as she goes from self-harming to actually feeling happy sometimes.

just random drawings. The drawings contain of forsaken, DOD, ocs, and overall doodles. you can also request me to draw something from a show/game/anything since i barely have anytiing to do.

This is a "story" I wrote over the course of a few months. It's mostly incoherent and jib-jab flabber jabber, yik-yakity-yak, but what you can make out is simply typper and blabber about certain irrelevant subjects. Also, I'm not sure if I accidentally said anything trademarked or copyrighted so if I did just comment. Also I'd like to keep thudumbump as MY thing so don't steal it or I'll slap you. By MY thing I mean came up with the name. Not the action. People have been thudumbumping for centuries and called it different things. I'll most likely work on it without a schedule and very little because I forget I even have accounts for websites like this. Blah blah blah. Fah fah fah. Yadda yadda.

Satire of the European project. Supposed to be funny in a smart-ass sneery way. Probably isn't. Probably, it's insulting and immature. Nice to meet you, too.

Funny Short story

Jus' ask me anything you guys want, I'm thinking this book will be a failure, but not to worry because I'll make it work, somehow... Magically... Shhhhh.

I could feel it. The sharp stabbing pain. The sharp wedge entered through my skin. I coughed out blood, and fell to the floor. My stomach was bleeding, and the knife was still there. With my bloody hands I grabbed its handle and pulled it out. Groaning in agony as I did. Everything started to look faint. I could see Raquella in front of me. She was screaming and sobbing. She had just broken out of her chains. Her small fragile hands cupped my face. Her mouth moved but I couldnt make out the words she was saying. She was begging, pleading. Telling me something. Her tears escaping from her eyes, and to her cheeks. She was still holding me. Still sobbing, and pleading. I could hear her heart beat. Somehow that comforted me. She's still alive. She wasnt the one who got hurt. But everything was fading... and everything slipped away from me. NO! WAIT! I havent gotten the chance to tell her that I loved her.

we were scared lost hopeless

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This is a contest submission for the Spin-an-Epic-Tale Contest.

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