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This will be a collection of short stories I can't make into larger book. It will have a pretty good range of different types of stories. However if yall think I should try and make the stories into full books then please let me know in the comments and, of course if you have suggestions for stories please message then to me. (P.S. All art doesn't belong to me all art goes to their rightful owners.

I can't believe I'm publishing this...

So this happened. Also I don't have a proper cover yet. So I just did something real fast and called it a day. You can find that art on the internet somewhere.

(ignore cover pic, i put the fist thing that was safe for work from my phone gallery on there) I may chanche the title, i may rewrite some chapters. Unkown are the ways of the sabaton fan ig... Follow my master, @QuetzalThePhoMaster , i'm Quetzal's proud apprentice. Big thanks to @BADDOCTER , for helping with the editing. The story and characters are mine, i came up with the whole thing,i like oranges but not tangerines, and here is Some things before you start reading.: -Be respectful in the commentas -point out my typos and other mistakes, english is not my first language and i wrote most of this on my phone bc, my pc broke. -constructive critisism is allowed -if you are homophobic, racist, etc. Please for the love of the gods, swallow a hand greanade :D -this work will be handling mature topics, viewer diceresittion (idc how it's written, i got a f'ing 10 in english, and i can afford not to care) is adviced -i must credit kino, sabaton and rammstein for gibing me inspiration trhough music (insert sporkle emoji) You are free to begin (comment "power cord" on the fist point you can, if you read this)

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

"What if you're my date for Christmas?" I'm sure my eyes would jump out of their sockets if it wasn't for tendons and shit. Am I hallucinating? "We could go get McDonald's or some stupid shit like that," his laugh is hot on my skin. "Is that what people usually do on Christmas? I never celebrated normally, you know." My chest deflates with a huff. He didn't actually mean it in a romantic way, even if he did choose some ambiguous words to say it. "Yeah, but I like KFC better." "That's fine," he shrugs, burying deeper in my neck. "And it's best to go on Christmas Eve, there will be less people." I almost choke on my own words when his leg pushes between mine. Okay now we look like a married couple, but I guess the definition of platonic can stretch a lot. I'm not sure I understand these things, they make it look much easier in movies. "Then it's a date." I swear, platonic or not, he'll be the death of me. --- What if Gege made them talk instead of kill each other? Cover by @skenny.art on Instagram!

THIS IS OLD. MISTAKES ABOUND! YOUVE BEEN WARNED! I don't know... I guess you'll just have to read it to find out. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to give me some feedback on it. Warning - this story contains sex (I will give a warning when it comes up) Cover art is mine.

I'm so scared to write this wth. HAHAHHAhahahhAhaHaHAHahhahAHAHHAhAhaHaHAHhAhAhaHaH anyway uhh I'm really bored and this is what I do when i'm really bored. I have no regrets. Ig just enjoy what I have to offer, i'm kind of just writing whatever so don't get mad at me if I write something you don't like :( Anywho, the cover was made by yours truly uwu, and please tell me if i'm doing something wrong cause Hahah I don't write a lot.