Cinders: An Intrulogical Story
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  • Reads 2,803
  • Votes 348
  • Parts 28
  • Time 3h 13m
Complete, First published Jun 19, 2021
This is a story about a boy named Logan, it's also a story about a shoe and a book.

Everyone knows the tale of Cinderella, but nobody knows where it really came from, nobody knows her glass slippers were actually boots, nobody knows that the fairy god mother was just a family friend and nobody knows that Cinderella was really just a nerdy farm boy trying to scrape by.
Logan's life has been essentially taken from him, he's abused by his step father Roman, his Step brother Patton insults him every chance he can get and he's been closed off from the outside world.
The only person he has left anymore is his god father Picani who's completely at his wits end, one day though he meets a handsome stranger named Remus and he can't stop thinking about him , all of sudden Logan can't just sit around and fade into the background like his step family wants him to.
He's gotta take a stand and find his destiny and there's no fairies or talking mice to help him out on this one.

Tw: physical, mental and verbal abuse, parental death, unsympathetic patton, unsympathetic Roman, body shaming
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"Remus and Roman, Roman and Remus!" Our mother used to sing when she'd scoop us up into her arms like we were a gift from the heavens. She'd swing us through the air, when we were still small enough for her to. She used to nuzzle her nose against ours and coo. "My boys." Now, when we help make dinner, Dad only asks: "Remus, what would you like tonight?" No one uses my name anymore. It isn't Remus and Roman, Roman and Remus. It's just Remus. One little boy, instead of two. --- Roman and Remus are twin souls who share a body, but nobody knows that Roman's still here. This quick-read story is inspired by the book "What's Left of Me."