Better Stories

Sooo this isn't like a book story, its just a story of some things that caused some of my mental problems, and i just like to share it. I also have written some poems, so i will publish that soon.

I wrote these poems based on what I've felt (kinda fucked up) Warning: cursing All images are from Pintrest. Also feel free to leave suggestions on what other poems I should write in my upcoming poetry books and suggest some ships and topics for my Stray Kids fan fictions! My first book btwwwww Love u guiseee❤️❤️❤️ StrayKids, everywhere, all around the world. YOU make StrayKids STAY.🩵

ITS A WATTPAD YEARBOOK (again)

Nnael, who is high-achieving, distant, and secretly in love, and Caramel, who is easygoing, cheerful, and completely oblivious.

Fifteen year old Kaylee has spent most of her life trying to survive- raised by addicted abusive parents and forgotten by her brother who were taken years ago. Now they're back, Grown. Determined to bring her back home. But home isn't a word Kaylee believes in anymore.

Some mistakes are loud. They come with consequences you can't ignore. But others are quiet. They look like growth. They feel like connection. They even feel like progress. Until they aren't. Quiet Mistakes We Don't Talk About explores the subtle patterns that shape our lives oversharing in the name of trust, spending like tomorrow is guaranteed, and the everyday decisions that seem harmless...until they're not. This is not just a book. It is a mirror. If you have ever said too much, trusted too quickly, or realized too late this book will speak to you.

This is a poem about the daily struggles I go through on a daily basis. I want to share them with people who also goes through the same struggles. Please don't take this the wrong way, that I'm doing this for attention. I just want to put my voice out there to people, show people that mental health is serious and dangerous, while also sharing my pain with others that feel the same way. This poem may not be perfect and that's okay, just know if you read this, thank you...

Life will get better, as long as you are breathing, i believe in you. Poems varying in length. short-long. It will get better,

In a world relentlessly pushing individuals towards isolation, where genuine connection often feels like a fleeting ideal, a profound question emerges: What if the pervasive loneliness so many experience isn't a personal failing, but a symptom of a forgotten way of being? This is more than a book; it is an unflinching, deeply empathetic exploration of humanity's primal need for belonging. With poignant insight, it unearths the vibrant, interconnected lives of ancestral communities, particularly the Indigenous peoples who stewarded the land, revealing a blueprint for human thriving that stands in stark contrast to our fragmented modern existence. Readers will confront the deliberate forces that dismantled these ancient bonds - the insidious gains of power and control that inadvertently birthed an epidemic of stress, fatigue, and quiet desperation. Yet, this story does not end in despair. It is a riveting call to re-member our inherent capacity for connection. With compelling authenticity, it illuminates the small, radical acts of kindness, integrity, and courage that, despite initial awkwardness, can ignite a revolution of belonging right where we are. This is a journey of powerful self-discovery, inviting one to shed the burdens of modern individualism and rediscover the profound joy, resilience, and purpose that blossom only when we truly connect. Reclaiming Our Village offers a touching, vital guide for anyone weary of feeling alone, providing not just hope, but a practical, inspiring path back to the communal heart of what it means to be truly human.

ayyy just a lil something to help keep my accountable and shit so if u wanna give it a read go for it 🤪

You were only ten when you joined a gang but it was by force you see, you were the mafia's daughter....and to take his place....you had to... Kill him... but later on you meet a few new people who had to do the same thing.

The title says it all.

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father's death. The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it very obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was. So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in. --- This story is from ArchiveOfOurOwn from stiles-and-the-sourwolf. All credits go to her. --- The chapters are mostly 20+ pages

Marc Ginter's journey to becoming a trailblazer in Ponte Vedra Beach started with a strong foundation in education and a passion for community development. With a degree in Urban Planning from the prestigious University of Florida, Ginter quickly made a name for himself in the field. His expertise in urban design, land use, and sustainable development caught the attention of both local and national organizations. Marc Ginter: Knowing the Visionary Better What sets Marc Ginter apart is his ability to see beyond the present and envision a future that is both sustainable and prosperous. Ginter's visionary perspective has allowed him to identify opportunities for growth and development that others may overlook. He understands the importance of balancing economic progress with the preservation of the town's unique character and natural resources.

My cousin, who I share this account with forced me to write this. ( @TheFandomConnector ) Sooo, this is satire. Don't take any of this seriously. I didn't wanna write this, as you probably don't wanna read this. I'll probably make a non satire version with the same ships. Yeah, just enjoy suffering. Hi its TheFandomConnector and go follow me and @MoonlightCrosony

YAY I ACTUALLY HAVE FRIENDS... AT LEAST MORE THAN YOU