Rest Stories

I do not own the rights to ANYTHING in this story. All rights goes to Marvel and Marvel Rivals. I was having difficulty in trying to keep track of the story, especially when you miss gallery cards. Therefore I decided to do the only logical thing which is compile them all from the Marvel Rivals wiki into one cohesive storyline. Absolutely EVERYTHING in this is copied, all credit goes to the Marvel Rivals team. I do not wish any of this to be perceived as my own work or attempting to profit off others work. I merely wish for it to be readable in a cohesive story, unlike in the game or on the wiki. (Now I just need to cross my fingers and hope this doesn't get taken down, lol)

A story of two girls- A fragile butterfly, and the cage holding it captive. My first original work-criticize it as much as you want to :)

You are not late. You are not behind. You are not failing God by resting. The Soft Life Scripture is a gentle spiritual companion for women ages 18-40 who believe in God, value spirituality, and are tired of fear-based faith and emotional burnout. Written in calm, modern language, this book translates timeless spiritual wisdom into words that feel safe, grounding, and emotionally intelligent. Each chapter invites you to slow down, reconnect with yourself, and remember that rest, boundaries, softness, and peace are not weaknesses-they are wisdom. This is not a traditional Bible. It is not theology-heavy or rule-driven. It is a place to breathe. A place to unlearn pressure. A place to meet God without fear. Perfect for women navigating: burnout healing dating fatigue identity shifts spiritual confusion becoming without rushing Read slowly. Return often. You are allowed to rest here.

You're an astronaut in space slowly dying Floating around waiting for death, but you keep hallucinating this motherly figure that you've seen before... (For the full experience please listen to these links) https://youtu.be/NOMyOEodwk8 https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/752zQMXBPLR7QNVR6 https://open.spotify.com/track/1jDMi92a9zNQuPD3uPMkla?si=pHv2F-GMTJWqiaxkafxVPQ This is my first every story so I hope you like it. ALSO sorry for any triggers or any grammar mistakes. I'm not very good in the English section...

The library is usually quiet, but today, it is filled with commotion. I am huddled at my customary table with my computer and stack of books, determined to write. To be productive. I left home to escape the perpetual evanescence of my three children, who wake at eight o’clock each morning, dinging brightly like miniature summertime bells. “What are we doing today, mom?”, ding. “Can we play in the sprinklers?”, dong. “Who ate the last red popsicle? You said I could have it!”, ding, dong! “I don’t want to take the dog for a walk, I might get kidnapped!”, ding, dong, ding, DONG!

What if i wrote poems of you with my hand, will the story begin? what if I made you scream with my art on your rest, and ended my hib of words on your bossom,

A piece that calls for a deep thinking , plane in words , but depth in meaning. read and check it out !

Stan Lee was a legend and a hero who inspired billions, from the Middle East to the North America, to Asia and Europe. These are letters from his grateful fans.

(Better describtion will be made once I start working on the story) guy who thinks he understands a girl but she is completely different then what he thought.