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Camp Hope ~ LGBTQIA+ Story
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Ongoing, First published Aug 26
Natalie Brett has never fit in. She's too introverted and too different from other girls her age. And she's confused, because she always finds herself staring at those same girls she's so opposite from. Hoping to understand herself better, she goes on Google and finds about the LGBTQIA+ community. For once in her life, she has the opportunity to connect with people who could understand her.

The only problem? She gets caught by her homophobic, religious parents and gets sent to a 'conversion therapy camp'.

Little does Natalie know, this camp will change her life forever and maybe give her the understanding home she's always longed for.

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Started: 2/10/2025
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30 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨