Shelter in the Ruins
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Last published Sun, Apr 20, 2025
A post-apocalyptic story which came to life after I needed to draw a comic for my english literature class. I fell inlove with the story I build in my head and the characters, so I felt like I needed to write a story about them. English is not my first language, so I apologize about typos or grammatical errors or if some things don't make any sense. Have fun reading! I hope you like it as much as I do.
Oh and, I might not upload alot, since I'm still in school and tend to forget about stuff like this.
Here you have my playlist to "Shelter in the Ruins":
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5JLa23WiaQjX0e2hraz8Eh?si=N7-AfVCiTZCQLM9LyXZZQQ&pi=2q5tGsHdT9aam
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"You're gonna get stabbed one of these days, seriously." I used to just laugh off my friends' warnings. Blessed with a silver tongue, I'd toyed with countless women since I was a child, and my college days were spent cycling through dozens of them. I was that kind of womanizing scumbag, and I genuinely believed there was no way I'd ever get stabbed in a law-abiding country like Japan. ...That is, until the night an ex-girlfriend I'd carelessly tossed aside stabbed me in the back. As my consciousness faded, I remembered my grandmother's words, "Everything you do comes back to you," and I died regretting my own foolishness.
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