Realshit Stories

A collection of thoughts and poems that I've wrote through time as a way to express my feelings.

This a short story real type story that I felt and went through. I hope genuine people also have gone through this and many must be going. So read this and get chilled. And even vote, comment down to share your views so that I can improve writing. Thank you

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"Hey what are you doing?" "Writing a rant book, and bitch you in it."

Just putting thoughts on paper🫠

I'm going to be speaking on some subjects that are important to me.

This a part 2 of the 1st love on the brain book if you haven't read that one make sure to go read it and then come back to this ! Enjoy 🥰❤️

shit that has to do with love . the shit that love makes you feel , think , and love .

When people don't understand how much you've been through so you write a book.

A little girl.. read more to find out about who she truly is🤫

Just your average illuminoorty hunters delivering the truth that you deserve, And that is, Illuminoorty is real. Beware, kids.

This is where I release the pain that I went through as a girl built me up and destroyed me... the pain that I felt comes to life. But as well as the love of another person. I hope you really enjoy this story and the pain that kills me inside..

Ehhh this is my venting kind of shit so like I don't care if you read if but like respect it okay thanks okay before you guys talk shit about my spelling i am dyslectic which is when you cant spell or read that good so do not say nada

Sara Lee discovers her past life and goes back to the place it all began. Can she help Sammy rest in peace or will the evil forces beat her to it? When all hell rises none shall survive! Can Sara brave threw the kayos or will she fall victim to the flesh eaters?

Don't ask. Leave comments if you wish.

The tragic death of America.

The worst sound a mother can hear is the loud rapping on their door. The knock itself causes no harm. No fear. It's what waits behind the entrance into their home that her child was loved and raised his whole life. It's the words that hide behind the lips of a bullet-proof vest. It's the sorrow that shades over the officer's eyes as he awaits for the answer. It was 1 AM. These thoughts clouded my mind as I focused on the empty space of my plain white walls of the room I grew up in. I could see the tears trail down my mother's face and the pity in the officer's eyes. I can hear the footsteps of the father that never cared coming to the rescue of his wife. The confusion on the face of the older sister in the background caring for her screaming child who only feels the fear of his grandmother. I know exactly what it would feel like and look like to everyone I the neighborhood. I know exactly what they would do to that family name. They would rake it through the mud too many times to count. They would whisper about the mother and father who allowed their son to commit such a thing. To actually kill a person. This would never happen for us. They don't put you in jail for murdering your own personality for someone else.

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