Corona Diary #2
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Concluída ter, out 17, 202313m
ugh, I've done it again. another public diary (is it even a diary if it's public?). anyway, if you're interested in reading, go for it. also, i need to sneeze.
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I was going to the liquor store with my mom to pick me up some white whine, dad somr rum and for mum ultra light beer.... not that we are alcoholics. But we like a good taste in the yap every once in a while. We had.....my mom anf i had to wait in a what would be a short line up but with social distancing it was a big line. It was a nice spring morning in which the sun was out and the my eyes detracted from the vitamin d to a house that had on its roof saying "soap =hope". No joke and i was so taking by it that i had to talk awalk to go capture the sight in which was on said house's roof. I also started my warm weather photohraphy which is photography that i take during the spring, summer and autumn months. It was nice to to walk without a car hindering you..... or snow. That is ehat i like about early spring, hope. And that sings was a good fuck you to the virus thats has pissed and is still pissing people off and worring them. I then heard on the news that kids children and teens were comitting suicide because this covid shit..... and this i havd to say to anyone who is feeling crappy at this time and want to commit suicide, do what i just did, get the fuck out of the house .....take you camera or phone and take pictures of random things that catch your eye as you walk. You dont have to visit a friend to be eith them either. It might seem pissy, but it will pass, it is not eorth your life. Remember soap = hope. *noticed on Instagram* **on Amazon as ebook and paper back ** *** please rate kindly on goodreads***Concluída
Cold Water
[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ DepressionConcluída
In Emersyn's Light
A global pandemic has seen so many people separated from love ones, families spread, torn, missing each other. Yet, in this separation, in this darkness that is the world, her light keeps shinning. It always did. The only difference is that it's lighting up my phone screen this time instead. Can two souls find each other again after so much time? Can the distance actually bring them closer together? Or has just too much happened, too much history, too much time, heartbreak, pain. Is there a need to reopen old wounds? Is it worth it? To cross that distance, to find her light again?Concluída
A Lockdown Romance Guilt and Trauma
PRESENT-DAY "This last painting is made by an artist who took a long time to agree to sell her beautiful painting. She chose this out of all her paintings. She claimed that this is the best one she made and ready to let it go. So whoever will be the new owner of this tonight, she wants to tell you to store it well for her." He explained vigorously and removed the cover of the painting. I was astounded when I see the painting. It was her painting, us in the bar. I can never forget the shades, textures of her painting especially this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I did not feel the same way before. I did not hate you. I hated and torture myself not to see you that I might just hurt you." He added. I really miss this man and I am trying to relieve myself not to give in again easily. I paid the guilt by giving myself to him but how can I not restrain myself from him. I was busy thinking when he hugged me touching my hair. I can sense him wanting me and his head on my shoulders, hugged me like we are just the person in the hotel. People are gazing us now. "Enough, enough, people are looking at us. It's embarrassing." I protested. We sit and finish the meal and share the food. After eating he leads me to my room, I am drowsy from the wine I drink. He did not take a sip of it and it's better for me. He guided me inside. I can still walk but I am losing my balance, he catches me from a sudden fall.Concluída
THE CARRIER
Join me on the trail of a virus unknown to mankind. Difficult in terms of detection yet adroit in transmission. The virus ultimately meets its carrier and suddenly ignites chaos. Even though this has never happened before; But can the carrier also be the cure? *Never judge a book by its cover. CLICK TO FIND OUT ********************************* MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKINGS #10 - carrier out of 1.55k stories #917 - humour out of 34k stories #160 - politics out of 8.44k stories #121 - virus out of 7k stories #94 - disease out of 6.79k stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~SNIPPET~ I then retrieve the keys to my grey Lamborghini Veneno, mentally picturing my sweet ride to school. I open the front door breathing in some fresh air while chanting positive vibes. (Today's going to be splendid. Nightmares can't ruin your day, never have and never will.) Just as I'm about to step out, I hear a masculine voice. "Good to see you, neighbour." I cringe. (oh no!)Concluída
Quarantine Days
After the outbreak of COVID-19 we are told to practice social distancing, and we have been told to stay at our homes. The first few day were good and pretty relaxing until I started getting bored, so I am writing this book more of like a diary about what I do and what am I aiming to do tomorrow and if you guys are also bored you can share about your day in the comments. APRIL 2020Concluída
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yall im writing segments of stories for quARTine in these troubled times and thought i would combine and share them all here (prompt list here: https://jazzy-kandra.tumblr.com/post/612965038784937984/a-prompt-list-for-artists-and-creatives-of-all ) read if you enjoy short stories written in a kinda one-shots fanfiction style but with MY ocs, all set in fantastical worlds and including but not limited to: siblings annoying another, a dragon, a farmer-turned-guard-turned-smuggler on the run from the law, perhaps stabby knives and wicked eyepatches, and general tomfoolery. covid-19 might confine me to my room, but it can't restrain all this imagination juice flowing from my computer screen to yours!Concluída
Purposefully Accidental: The Interlude
I'd dreamed of weddings before, in my youth; and in every scenario, I had always thought it to be the happiest day in my life: surrounded by my closest friends and family and laughing in my gorgeous white dress with flowers in my hair. Not like this: nauseous from cancer-fighting chemicals and wearing a cheap thrifted dress that I'd worn to an orientation week party, my hair thinning and unkempt. We returned home as husband-and-wife. I was Hannah Archer now. It didn't sound right to my ears. Or: It was 2020 and Hannah Taylors' whole world was crashing down around her. --- An companion piece to Purposefully Accidental; contains major spoilers. - - DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PURPOSEFULLY ACCIDENTAL - -Concluída
It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.
Well, this is a journal, so you found it. Can I say Happy reading into my life? The life of a kid who hates love. This is a love story, darling. Well, I don't know about you but I hate school, I have been told it is a place to mingle with good souls and create moments to cherish and to get yourself educated. It is a place for youth to strive and bloom into respected beings. It is a sanctuary of sanity. If you ask me, school is the definition of drama as it is the birthplace of drama. Youth is the ambassador of chaos, you can either make the chaos good or bad, worth the pleasure or the very cause of death. Life is too short to live with a sane mind, there is no harm in breaking rules to live life the way you want as long as it makes you good. As with any classical young adult romance, this book is filled with horny, hormone imbalance, chemical imbalances, not loved and very well-loved, mature(childish), caring(cruel ) teenagers. All of this drama only started because of one guy, Mark Austin Jawa, the golden boy of Winter Abyss High School. Maybe Mark had nothing to do at all.It was just about 4 kids learning to live Did I forget to say, there are inhuman beings as well in this story? There are romance, drama, revenge, supernatural, chaos, lust, betrayal, hate, friendship, mental health issues, Johnny Christopher Depp || fan and hater, selenophile, diversity of nations and their skins and of course, there are gays. There are also LGBTQ ++ in this pure chaos-filling story of 21st-century humans and the Novel Coronavirus 2019 Disease better known as Covid 19. Oh, I almost forgot, this tale is even more screw up than the famous love story of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.Concluída
The second birth of Humanity
Lockdown. Quarantine. Pandemic. Precautions. Going insane. That's our lives in 2020. Because of the virus. But how would it be if we never find the vaccine? How woud we adapt to that? How would we live? As I already said on my other stories, English isn't my native language so I apologize for the mistakes you'll probably find. Hope you'll enjoy it! :) •Officially published and finished on April 17th, 2020• All rights reserved, no copyright will be tolerated.Concluída
I was going to the liquor store with my mom to pick me up some white whine, dad somr rum and for mum ultra light beer.... not that we are alcoholics. But we like a good taste in the yap every once in a while. We had.....my mom anf i had to wait in a what would be a short line up but with social distancing it was a big line. It was a nice spring morning in which the sun was out and the my eyes detracted from the vitamin d to a house that had on its roof saying "soap =hope". No joke and i was so taking by it that i had to talk awalk to go capture the sight in which was on said house's roof. I also started my warm weather photohraphy which is photography that i take during the spring, summer and autumn months. It was nice to to walk without a car hindering you..... or snow. That is ehat i like about early spring, hope. And that sings was a good fuck you to the virus thats has pissed and is still pissing people off and worring them. I then heard on the news that kids children and teens were comitting suicide because this covid shit..... and this i havd to say to anyone who is feeling crappy at this time and want to commit suicide, do what i just did, get the fuck out of the house .....take you camera or phone and take pictures of random things that catch your eye as you walk. You dont have to visit a friend to be eith them either. It might seem pissy, but it will pass, it is not eorth your life. Remember soap = hope. *noticed on Instagram* **on Amazon as ebook and paper back ** *** please rate kindly on goodreads***
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