Youngandold Stories

The story of a boy and his dog in two different settings.

Four troublesome tweens: Asor, the man in command who always has a plan; Mya, the sassy girl who will crush people in her way; Larry, the tactical one who has all the answers and the brains; and Aaron, not the brightest bulb in the box, but does own the biggest of hearts. They wreak havoc on a small town that never saw them coming until the day of the infamous war. They manifest in what they do best: Crime. They are the khaotic kids of the keys. "This is extremely interesting XDD I don't think I've ever read a story like this before. Definitely one of a kind!" - @FluffyTerminator "This was really cool and funny!" - @Crimson_Graves Co-writer/author: @MsPotatoNugget Shout out to our friends, Lauryn and Mary, who helped us write the very first chapter! Cover made by @Malak-- 3rd Place Winner in Humor of The Sunflower Awards 2019 1st Place Winner of the Humor Awards 2021 Check out the official @KhaoticKids account for more laughs and fun! Discontinued but still worth reading & checking out. Disclaimer: We do not condone these actions that our main characters perform.

Chat room, rants, tags, nonsense, gifs, pics, stories. All in one book.

What about me and you together? - I haven't edit this yet, so this is a rough draft

It's a matter of perspective, they say. Yet we tend to ignore valuable things, and what makes others look up to us, seems natural, sometimes boring. (short story)

So I'm 43 years old, recently divorced and trying to find my footing in the world again. By the way my name is Hannah. Know I wasn't exactly looking for love especially with a a guy as young as 24 years old but what can you do. I don't know if it will work out but I guess you will have to read to find out?

So I haven't seen any CoryxKenshin fanfics, so why not write my own? --------------------------------------------- Parents can sometimes be the worst, huh? Taking away video game time. Sometimes making you do stuff. Your father becoming drunk and trying to have sex with you. Yeah. Those happen to me. My name is Alice. "Such a sweetheart name." My father said to me when I was first borned. "You're daddy's little whore..." He whispered while touching me when I was 10. "Get ready tomorrow for daddy's big toy..." He said the night before I ran away. "Hey? You okay?" Said a voice that would soon just be like a angel to me. Or he likes to be called, a Samurai Angel.

The Bench Series In the quiet corner of a park stands a weathered wooden bench ordinary to most, but sacred to one old woman who visits it daily. For her, it is both a sanctuary and a memorial, a place where the memory of her late husband still lingers in the grain of the wood. One day, a young man weighed down by sorrow sits beside her. What begins as a simple conversation between strangers becomes the start of something deeper a series of encounters where the boy's questions and the woman's hard-earned wisdom weave together into lessons about grief, love, fear, comparison, forgiveness, and the art of carrying one's heart without breaking it. Each meeting is a quiet parable wrapped in the rhythm of real life wind in the trees, footsteps on gravel, the creak of wood beneath them. The old woman does not pretend to have every answer. Instead, she offers what time has taught her: that life is heavy, but lighter when shared; that pain is not punishment but instruction; that courage is not about certainty but about moving anyway. And slowly, through these conversations, the bench becomes more than a seat. It becomes a bridge between generations, between grief and hope, between what was lost and what might still be found.

"Mr. Onfroy, we can get caught. You can get in troub-" Germany rambled as Jahseh cut her off putting a finger on her lips. "We won't."

What if you are really meant for each other but your age is far from the man you love.

Random crashings of young and old

Amidst the hallowed halls of the White House, a whirlwind romance blossomed between a 21 year old staff member Maribel Laúrent and the President. The young woman's eyelashes fluttered with full with love and admiration whenever he'd come around that deepened into a passionate entanglement. Each stolen glance, every secret call only served to intensify her feelings, unaware that the President's affections lay elsewhere. As their affair progressed, the lines between duty and desire blurred, until another woman one day reaches out to the media about her interactions with The President which puts them in a tight place. When their intimate affair was exposed to the unforgiving glare of the media, it became a national scandal. The young woman was thrust into the limelight, her private life laid bare before the judgmental eyes of the public. Torn between her own emotions and the implications for the man she had fallen for, she faced an agonizing choice. Could she set aside her unfulfilled desires and prioritize the office of the Presidency? Or would her unbearable love lead her down a path of heartbreak and political turmoil? As the scandal raged on, the young woman found herself at a crossroads. She could either succumb to her emotions, risking further damage to both herself and the President, or she could summon the strength to put her own feelings aside and support the man who had become the target of scrutiny. The weight of the decision rested heavily upon her shoulders, threatening to crush the fragile hope that had once blossomed within the hallowed halls of the White House. "She was a 21 year old working for him to make ends neat and he was the most powerful man in the world." 8/4/24

Sometimes love just isn't enough. We often stay in situations/relationships that we know are bad for us, all because of the love that we have for someone else. Loving someone is good. It's good to love. But there's a thin line between love & toxicity. Even though it'll hurt to leave, sometimes leaving is good when your mental health is at stake. Leaving allows you to allow yourself to obtain a peace of mind. Love shouldn't hurt. Love shouldn't be a hurting experience.

a slow burn fanfiction of the show Wednesday on Netflix. It's a story of how y/n, a vampire, fell in love with her principal, a shapeshifter. (Trigger Warning: may contains smut, explicit words, inappropriate desires, etc.) *i do apologize for any grammatical error*

This is how I figured out my life and might make you think about yours a little bit.

Hi! This is a poem about stereotypes and the difference between generations Y and Z

"All grownups were once children - although very few remember it," ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ('The Little Prince') She finds herself alone on a street longing to be young again. Too much time has passed for her to care.