The Migration (A Boy Story)
- Reads 19
- Votes 1
- Parts 15
Ongoing48m
Last published Sat, Jun 11, 2022
Just like rainbow comes after storms, everything change like the rising and setting of the sun, slow and quick at the same time, hurting and burning with every mile I kept hopping and wishing it was a dream. As a child all I wanted was for my dream to become true and nothing more, through thick and thin riding in all positive possibilities, pushing forward and changing narratives to scale through.
But death, tragic , uncomfortable states, lost of shelter, rebels and criminals causes me an abundance of nightmares determining me to wake up but all in vain or did I wake up?
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Burned Mirrors
Think of them like a mirror. They were once perfect. A few cracks from where someone hit it. But perfect you could still see a reflection. One day something came and shattered the mirror. Will they be able to get all the pieces and put the mirror back together? Or will their broken family be shattered forever?Complete
Shadow Brother ON HOLD.. AGAIN..
Book 2, read Family first A perfect prey for a psychopathic predator. A quiet boy with a scarred face, broken bones and countless bruises, locked behind dormitory doors. A boy who still yearned for those who had abandoned him. A boy who whispered to someone who wasn't there. Lies can only run so deep. Every river will dry up in the end. But how much will Leo have to drown before the truth comes to light? And will he remain the same? *** Nikolai would protect him. Even if it meant breaking him in the process. Teo had been the beginning. Leo would be the end. NOT A BOYXBOY BOOK
Final Footsteps (Running Series Finale)
We were all alive. We were all together again. Until... A knock on the door. "He's gone...He's really gone and I feel. I feel so cold, there's a piece of me missing and it hurts so much...I can't...I just..." Is this the beginning of the end? Or the start of a new beginning. How many more steps are needed before they reach freedom? Or have they gone one step too far?Complete
Utopia
Sometimes things don't come in big bangs and loud bursts. Sometimes things tiptoe by and you don't know they're happening until they've happened. She's started this story a hundred times in a hundred ways--it never seemed right. The truth is this: a woman, a girl, went to sleep and woke up somewhere else. And it broke her. Before, she was eighteen, she would not finish high school, and she had never been in love. After, she would be eighteen and a hundred years older, she still would not finish high school, and she would never not be in love again.Complete![Foster Care [COMPLETE]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/190904790-256-k541043.jpg)
Foster Care [COMPLETE]
[COMPLETE] I looked at my mom's blue eyes. They held love. Her kind of love. Empty yet full of all her emotions at the same time. It was hard to explain. While her face remained calm, her eyes screamed of fear, joy, anger, love, sadness, pleasure and hatred. She didn't flinch. The traces of emotion rested within her blue irises and her black pupils. Those were the parts that held her screaming soul. Her raging spirit. Her crying mind. A child who had to grow into a woman she did not want to be. She raised the gun toward me. Warning. This story contains: - Abuse - Drug abuse - Violence - Kidnapping - Rape - Explicit descriptionsComplete
Drowning In The Dark (Broken Heirs #1)
The story of young girl being born by the rape of her mother and struck with her 4 brothers as her mom died giving birth to her. Being neglected and pleading for love for her brothers. She is now fed up. Now only 9 months to turn 18 she wants to move out early so asking permission from his eldest brother was the last thing she wanted to do. Join in her journey of her from being no one to becoming someone. Will her brothers let her go or make her stay? Read to find out!Complete
Pinwheels and Dandelions
I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.Complete
The Girl with No Emotions
I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.Complete
Think of them like a mirror. They were once perfect. A few cracks from where someone hit it. But perfect you could still see a reflection. One day something came and shattered the mirror. Will they be able to get all the pieces and put the mirror back together? Or will their broken family be shattered forever?
More detailsContent Guidelines