Cadevar
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Home.
"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.Complete
SOVEREIGNTY
His life was crap, nothing ever seemed to go his way. His wife had kicked him out he was at the end of his rope, then one day he had a strange dream, or was it? The beautiful woman who befriended him, the new worlds and people what wasn't to like?Complete
single mum
Moyosore lost her husband after two years of marriage. she's left alone to take care of her son. It has not been easy, she didn't want anything else in this world than to make her son happy and satisfied. How will she balance her social life and the life of being a mother?Complete
Live to fight for me
"Promise me you will live to fight for me" he begged in a faint voice. "Stop saying that, you are going nowhere Gabriel" the tears were now uncontrollable. "Promise me" he was breathing very fast, he touched my face with his trembling hand. "If that is what you want I will but don't leave me" I said in between tears "Avenge us, don't you dare forget, aveng-........" I felt his hand slipped away from my face. His breathing stopped and I knew what happened. He was gone, my only brother was gone and I was left alone AGAIN.. What happens when you loose all your loved ones? Seeking revenge should be your first priority right?? But what could be more powerful than the revenge? Find out in this story of Tiwatope and Miracle **Unedited** Please don't get to edgy with any mistakes. I love you 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖Complete
TBI Pt3 Hollow
His body and eyes were hollow. I did not write this. Donut wrote this and gave me permission to post it. I have edited and censored the original version for less intense content.Complete
Tears Of Love ☑
You see, I have dreams to pursue Life to live Shores to conquer And all of a sudden There was a knock on my door It was fate Which let you in- A visitor Who wasn't invited. [Extended Summary Inside]Complete
Scintillating - SemiShira ✔︎
Japan? El Salvador? Durango Mexico? I mean, all were home some way or another but Shirabu Kenjirou never intended to call any other place but Durango his home. Especially not call it home with someone else. And especially not when his life was being threatened. In which Kenjirou just wants to live another day.Complete
A Good Man
His life sucked, everything about it. He had a bitch of a wife, no job, nothing, but all that changed one day, for the better? Who could say? Yet?Complete
"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.
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