Blank Stories

A man reincarnated into the Warhammer universe. In Barbarus.

In Bangkok, Yoko lives peacefully as a mother and flower shop owner, married to Gian-the man who saved her after a painful past with Faye, the mafia boss she once loved deeply. Seven years ago, Yoko believed Faye died in a violent clash with her father. Gravely ill at the time, she was said to have received Faye's heart. Now, with a husband and a daughter named after her lost love, Yoko tries to move on while living with memories she can never escape. Originally written by: @virgooooo_ English translation by: @fluffybunny_08 - Author has given me the rights to translate this story 💙

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I killed myself, but lived. I though if I was to die I get a choice of life or death. But that's not the worst of my problems. Being tapped in a cage is. I ran from the hospital, only to get captured and put in a cage. Till death do us part.

Ambiguous Poems

Hello everyone, I wish I can tell you my name, but, I have to keep my background a secret from all of you. Anyway, this is my 1st time doing something like this for everyone to read and have this good feeling for laughter, crying, romance, and of that stuff. But, I may need some help from time to time on my stories. Don't worry you will get your 'woohoo' moments from me. I don't like taking the credit from anyone. I much rather sure it. Oh, and by the way if see misspelling in my work, please don't be afraid to tell me that I misspelled something. You will see the title here soon, just give me some time. But, I will say this to you 'What title and genre should I do for my first book?' Hit me with your ideas and don't hold back.

"my life had never been colourful or happy, it had always been gloomy and dull ... When was the last time I actually felt any emotion? I do not seem to remember .. Will I ever be able to live like a 'normal person' ..? I do not know neither do I have hope .. " • A gloomy girl, whose family had died in a fatal car accident, meets a boy with severe issues with his last lover. • started : - 25th June '22, midnight status : - completed. • a random story I came up with, it may not make sense at some moments, forgive me if so • Majority of the pictures are sourced from pinterest, they are not mine, credits to the rightful owners.

It's 3 AM and I can't sleep, which is always a good opportunity to put my depressive tendencies unto paper...uh...screen? So yeah, this is basically going to be a workshop of me trying to write poetry under the crushing negativity of life (and maybe get my novella out of that procrastination bubble it got trapped in).

"I pledge an oath to you, Reid Grant," dark fire blazed in my green eyes. Just looking at him- at his russet colored hair, his azure eyes, his tall and vaguely muscular frame that made me feel powerless and small-made me feel rage and fury. That you and I will be sworn enemies...for the rest of 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆." {started: 14.7.20} {completed*} ©️classicdols

From the creator of "Blank" and soon "Blank: Rewrite" comes . . . BLANK: EXTRAS Which includes: Never before seen scenes, previews of deleted rewrite chapters, and new oneshots and scenes in the BLU (Blank Literary Universe). As well as updates on the progress of the Blank: Rewrite. HAVE A STAR STELLAR DAY WEEK MONTH AND YEAR

❝love's a game. wanna play?❞ ❝bring it on, love.❞

This is the sequel to "Are We The Villains?" This is told from Bubble's perspective. It's about what I mentioned in the conveniently named title. WARNING: Sorry. My knowledge of the Powerpuff Girls is limited to what I remember from being five. If you don't like part of my story you need to suck it up, because it's my story. And I'm not changing it because you don't like it. And trust me, you will hate me for the ending.

Randi awakens to find her mind completely blank. With no memories except for basic facts and speech, Randi is thrown into a place of war and angst, trying to rediscover the life she had previously as a top mission director. However, she discovers that getting her memory back just might not be what she wants.

When you're just alone , demons come back on , mines. well , mines came back stronger than ever. not being able to discover yourself from young age is hard , being attack by anxiety attacks when you're only 5 years old is hard. and not being able to really being you in public sucks. these are my scars , I wrote them in my own ways , some are seen and some are well hidden in my brain , these types of things are powerful it can overpower you. its overwhelming to not being able to just be free when all you feel is like being judged. scares aren't only in my arms they are the ones that's visible if you checked them , but the invisible ones is more like a hidden histories and the real truth behind all of this lies I've been masking. the truth being my insecurities and all of my lies , this is society. [MIGHT BE TRIGGERING , PLEASE DON'T READ IT IF YOU SERVE SELF-HARM , ANOREXIA AND CONSIDER THIS AS A WARNING] ©Spritecreation , 2015 factory.

A free-verse poem.

the name says it.....✨✨

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