Notyourtypicalstory Stories

DISCLAIMER; !~THIS STORY IS INSPIRED/BASED OFF OF A CONTRYBALL GAME~¡ !~THIS STORY IS NOT BASED OFF REAL LIFE EVENTS~¡ !~THIS IS A CONTRYHUMANS STORY~¡ (Game?; Polandball NSFWorld)(it stands for Not Safe for World--) "It's like a Good cop Bad cop situation, you do it wrong, you get the punishment even though it was my fault" he smiled. Poland was forced to do a job he didn't want too, will he have to face the consequences of punishment or will he get through it? !Warning! ¡This story contains¡ !-Swearing-! !-Gore-! ¿-Violence-?

Very short story, only told in Sally's pov, a sad love story eh not really.

Renaissance ( a renewed interest in something) ~•••••••••••••~ An unfortunate teen who has lost interest in living as a result of the unfortunate events that has happened in her life making her a shell of who she was. It'll take more than a few boxing classes and therapy to save her from falling into her own doom and letting her demons win. Alright she lost hope, but life is too cruel to let her come across her renaissance, and if at all nature wants to ease up on her a bit, where or rather 'who' will she find her renaissance in. Will she get a love story like every other teenagers ?or is there a plot twist?

Busngal, The handsome Cat that is wasted.

SS1: Can a robot really feel? Can a human really act? In a world where emotion is illegal and banned, 4 teens and a robot named CAL, are being tested and are going to show the world, what is emotion.

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No matter how different we are physically, we both are equal in one way. We are monsters. Literally and Figuratively. (A one shot I did for a competition. Did not win though *sad face* Please Read)

❝ But why? What am I doing here in a hospital? Shouldn't I be dead already? Then why am I still alive and breathing? What the hell just happened? ❞

She wasn't the kind of girl you'd write poetry about. Not the loudest laugh in the room. Not the quietest either. Some days she was thunder. Some days she was fog. Most days, she was a little bit of everything - too much for some, not enough for others. She didn't like attention, but hated feeling invisible. She craved deep conversations, but often ghosted when things got too close. People called her complicated. She called it survival. This isn't a love story. Not yet. It's just a story of a girl who's still figuring out who she is... and maybe, who she was never meant to be.