Backbone Stories

******HIGHEST RANK #67 in POETRYCONTEST out of 6.3k stories on July 30 2021****** For all the girls//ladies/feminine multi-powerhouse🔥 out there this is for you💖💖💖 I know you maybe struggling, you maybe in pain, you are out there among dangerous roads paving your way 👑 Don't let anyone mould you , you are not clay🌑 Don't be afraid , keep hustling babe🕘 I dedicate my poem to you, hope you know you are loved in every way💝💝💝

"don't wear your wishbone where your backbone should be."

Poem about how important role a mother plays in her children's life.

Faith was 1 when she went to the orphanage because of her abusive mother the people who work at the orphanage treat her horrible she is now 4 will it all change

The Boy who was Ambivert starts to unfold the bitter truths of life........ He was popular with the name PLAYBOY but in real he was a psycho×_+....... This book is about the story of a Boy who was matured as a 100 year old grandpa but he his life was just started............... WARNING ⚠️ -----> THIS STORY IS BASED ON REAL LIFE

Rocky Forhazen is your typical English young man... except he's saved more lives than anyone could count. (First entry in my Heroes series)

Never trust what your eyes beg you to believe- they're the easiest liars to fool. It's the thing coiled deep in your gut, that quiet, sickening pull... that's where the truth festers. Because the moment you choose the vision over the feeling- is the moment it decides you're ready for your end. The basement breathed out a suffocating dampness, stagnant soup of salt-vinegar chips, the sharp taste of iron overheated gaming consoles, and the frantic energy of a Friday night with no curfew. The room was a chaotic nest of tangled charging cables and discarded soda cans, illuminated by the rhythmic, neon pulse of the TV screen. Aroan and the guys were in the zone. The "clack-clack-clack" of mechanical controllers provided a percussive backbeat to their raucous, belly-deep laughter. Between rounds of a high-octane fighter game, they huddled around a glowing smartphone. The harsh, artificial glare of a ring light cast ghostly halos around their faces as they filmed exaggerated, wide-eyed skits for their VidaTube channel. Every outrageous reaction and scripted scream was a bid for the digital jackpot-that sweet, elusive surge of viral fame that promised a life of stable income and "Big Gamer" status. But as the clock ticked past midnight, the bright colors of the games gave way to the sickly, flickering yellow of a browser window. They began to scroll through the "Backdoors" forums. The screen was filled with grainy, low-bitrate footage of liminal spaces-hallways that stretched into impossible geometries and heavy oak doors that seemed to breathe. It was a horror facade that had captivated the internet, a labyrinth of speculation where no two stories ever quite matched. While the rest of the world made parodies and cheap jump-scare edits, a cold, ambitious itch began to scratch at the back of Aroan's mind.

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To all our brave moms !!!

Dirk Miller x Reader POVS and one shots Inspired by the founder of The Emily Program Dirk Miller Shout out to Dirk for always being in the walls

Do you play or know Minecraft, the famous building game? If so, have you ever wondered where do skeletons come from, or what is their origin? If not, don't hesitate and freely leave this book so you avoid unpleasant and/or confusive/puzzling moments. Keep in mind that you can still read the book if you don't know about Minecraft, it's NOT an obligation to leave. Learn about this creepy legend and chill your backbone! IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS IS UNOFFICIAL; I'M NOT TRYING TO COPY/STEAL ANY OTHER THING LIKE THIS. Thank you for your comprehension and I hope you enjoy this little fable I made totally myself. Best read-gards, Emilioh3