Perspective Stories

My name is Adrianna Livingston. In twenty-six days I'm turning eighteen, and my jerk of an uncle's going to kick me out of the house. I need to find a place to live fast, and desperation is what causes me to do something I never thought I'd do in my wildest dreams. In a world where humans are ruled by giants, I have no choice but to ask the giant who rules our human district to get me a place to stay. It takes every last ounce of courage to approach Jerome. He's huge...intimidating, and...yeah. More than a little good looking, if I'm being honest. I can barely look him in the face without feeling like I'm going to puke. I'm not sure what I'm expecting him to say. Laugh in my face, maybe. Tell me no. Or maybe actually help and get me a place to live. But never in a million years did I expect him to take an interest in me. Make an effort to get to know me. Or, most shocking of all...ask me to come and live with him. **This story is more fluff/relationship based but if you are looking for a g/t story with plot and adventure feel free to read my other story, Encroaching Fires, that takes place in the same universe. The events in Tiny Sparks take place a year before Encroaching Fires.***

On a rain-lashed night in 2003, a signal failure halts every train passing through Kochi Junction. Among the stranded crowd, six strangers briefly cross paths - a disillusioned teacher, a young nurse bound for the Gulf, a returning architect, a restless journalist, a weary migrant mechanic, and an aspiring coder chasing her first job. None exchange names. Yet that night of shared waiting becomes the quiet axis of their lives. Over the next two decades, their stories flow outward - across Kerala's backwaters and India's cities, into deserts, boardrooms, and faraway apartments - tracing how ordinary people carry fragments of one another through distance, failure, and rediscovery. From night schools under railway bridges to floating hospices on the Alappuzha backwaters, Monsoon Junction maps the fragile beauty of human connection in a world always in transit. Lyrical and deeply human, this multi-voiced saga explores the lives of those who arrive, depart, and sometimes return - finding that the hardest journeys are not measured in miles, but in forgiveness.

"Let's just dance beneath the stars and forget about the world." "Okay." "What?" "May I have this dance, M'Lady?" (Name) Sutera is the eldest triplet. Her brothers and herself grew up caring and being there for each other but ever since the accident, they grew closer to one another and afraid of the world. They all had their way to cope with it but it brought them to move to Japan and go to a specific school, Kunugigaoka Junior High School. They passed their entrance exams; however, do to violence, they were transferred to Class 3-E. They had a goal to get back to the main campus but how could they leave when they made friends? Karma didn't find anything great about (Name) other than being curious about her since she's not Japanese. To him, she was just another female classmate. One of the people he considered as a friend when she earned his trust. However, she has done things that were unexpected which turned his curiosity into interest. Next thing he knew, he has fallen for her. They're both just kids, they don't know anything about love but they could as learning is a part of growing. However, life sometimes decides to take different courses of action.

These aren't just wounds; they're memories that refused to fade. 'Diary of Scars' - a confession written in the language of ruin. ( ✯⁠ ) ── Cover Credits - @godsmaniac

A small story about two wounded warriors, one Elite, and an ODST, both broken and too injured to attack each other, but sit across from another. During their final moments of life they talk about their perspectives on the battlefield and why they fight.

[Humour / Adventure] This is the story of a cat. A simple cat. Only a cat that's not important and that no one looks at twice. A cat that is intelligent and that wants some recognition. A cat that tells his perspective on human lives. A cat that only ever wanted some attention. A cat that was jealous of human beings. He lost everything. His family. His home. Even his girlfriend. That's me, The Cat. I don't understand anything about humans. They took everything away from me. And if you share this perspective, go on with reading. If you don't, you can just directly leave. Cats too are worth looking at. Cats too are sensitive. Cats have a life too. That's what this story is supposed to tell you. So if you didn't understand, just go away. [Cover by the amazing @Thestorycastle] [Completed & Editing - no major plot elements should be changed]

Title: Beyond the Mirror: The Silvering of the Soul Genre: Philosophy / Spiritual / Non-Fiction (or Psychology) Tagline: The truth isn't what you see; it's what makes the reflection possible. Blurb: We are taught that "seeing is believing," but our eyes are the greatest liars we own. Every truth we encounter comes in two forms: The Wrapped Fact and The Raw Sense. We spend our lives staring at the "Front"-the reflection tied with a pretty ribbon of pride, fear, or ego. We judge, we react, and we build our world based on these gift-wrapped illusions. But what happens when the mirror is ripped from the wall? When the glass shatters and the ribbons snap, we are left with the Reality Shock. Beyond the polished image lies the "Silvering"-the gray, unpolished raw sense of history, religion, and the human mind. Beyond the Mirror is a journey through the "why" behind the "what." From the survival mechanisms of our brains to the sacred ribbons of religious history, this book challenges you to stop mourning the broken reflection and start studying the wall. It's time to look deeper. It's time to see what's behind the glass.

A collection of poems and spoken word from a perspective of a lost mind, to one that began discovering itself. Through perseverance, courage, weaknesses, to lessons, allow the pieces inside to prove to you no one is alone in their thoughts. With over 10 years of works to go through, these pages are filled with undeniable words that I for one, have denied myself. Read it like you are watching a 13 year old girl grow to find herself over the years, the ups and downs of womenhood, and the trials and tribulations us teenagers and young adults go through.

a compilation of my short poems in twitter @iamliamia note: each page is inspired by random events of an ordinary life you are welcome to follow me and verify that these are my own words! haha enjoy :)

John Lennon is the "big guy" of the Beatles since he is easy to anger, therefore, no one sees the soft side of him except only his co-writer, Paul McCartney. Why? Love.

Two perspectives. Desires and fears.

"Yo~!" "When did I say I'll follow the plan obediently?" "What a sloppy footwork you got there~" "Wake me when things turn interesting, okay?" "It's useless to lie, y'know?" Onigasaki Kaito is the other remaining survivor other than Ayanokōji Kiyotaka in 4th Generation or also known as the Demonic 4th. How would the wheels of fate spin with a variable like him? <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Copyright Disclaimer ‐ This fanfiction is a work of fiction based on the characters and world of Classroom of the Elite, which are the property of their respective owners. This work is not endorsed by, affiliated with, or sponsored by the copyright holders. All rights to the original material belong to their respective owners.

Some short poems that clicked to me so I wrote it down. Feel free to criticize.

Two kids, one developmental disorder, and a road trip for a fresh perspective. ❝Once upon time, at some horribly boring point in the past, there was someone else like me. With a heart like mine. With a mind like mine. Maybe their name was Livvy, like mine. Olivia, Olivia...❞ Copyright Alyssa Tidmore 2015 All Rights Reserved Cover by @soundthealarm

my art, music, story and video game ideas, along with my trauma

When Astrid is sure as dawn, as certain as the rising sun, that she'll never cross paths with anyone from her high school again, she decides to breathe a bit, live a bit. You only live once, right? Throwing caution to the wind, she decides to send letters. Letters that tell the story from her perspective.

Many people have lived many trials in their lives, and this is a narration of different perspectives and lived experiences. The letter sequence from a fall from childhood to rise into adulthood and different experiences lived throughout a person's life. The story or letters will contain excerpts on addiction from parents, racism, and social justice also different perspectives on life. The main character is Sally Lightfeather, she is Ojibwe woman from Bois Forte band of Chippewa and has lived the 26 years of life in constant state of survival and setting goals in her life. From homelessness to struggle and respite. This book will be both written in both poetry style and letter excerpts. Stay tuned for updates on my progress on this book.

Modern poetry that delves within the thought. I like to analyze every aspect of life and the atmosphere itself, it's my way of expressing my perspective on things that seem insignificant to others. They are just simple series of thoughts and ideas I'd like to portray. This is my way of seeking beauty in the aftermath. * Written in English/Spanish* *under editing*

As the Golden Age of Spellhome in the realm of Barria begins to dwindle and fade, it's people find themselves doubting in the existence of Mages. For the first time in twenty years during a dangerous expedition to the north of Barria, Harlow The Wandering Blade and his small outfit of mercenary soldiers witness their return to the world. In order to find the true purpose of this expedition, Harlow will have to learn from the past of one of the most powerful Mages to have ever lived: Jodun, The Lightning Mage, who turned nearly every mercenary in Barria into ash some twenty years ago during The Coin War. Can Harlow learn from the Mage's past and save his expedition from the perils of The Fade? Or will they soon all face The End together? [NOTE: No real update schedule until I get serious demand for one. For now, I'll be updating the novella monthly more or less. Chapter art is not final, and I am currently seeking an artist for them. Thanks for reading!]

This is a story of my thereotype's life! Areas where I say [ ] means that part is blurry to me and I'm not quite sure what happened.