histórias de Sadboi

Sora is poisoned by someone dangerous Riku and Kairi have to take care of him... but what happens when Riku takes a bullet(not literally)for Sora and takes his fate so that Sora can live on... This is Soriku if you don't like it don't read it... this is going to be fluff... I'm only a fluff and angst writer as long as no one dies... I do love to tease it though... Also I wish but I DO NOT have ownership of Kingdom Hearts... oh but I wish I did!!!

For those who enjoy doggos, relations, and whatever else makes you want to cuddle up. I say a little bit too much sometimes. Guess that transaltes to writing. Not always sad boi stories and long poetry, but sometimes it be like that sometimes it do.

Yepadoodledoo. These are sad boi stories for sad people to make them feel better about the life they have. Hopefully. Maybe..? I dunno. I jus cri evrytim.

This may be a sensitive topic cause it's what was in my mind at the time which was a long time ago. But I made this thinking I was going to leave and telling my crush everything that I wanted to tell him. But if you don't like I'm sorry just my mind ^-^

Just stories

heartbreaks and tragedies.

i dont really have much to say about this , but i am a fairly new writer so im not the best, this is my first story so hope you like it. this story contains fluff, a bit of angst and maybe,...maybe a ring.

" haikus are not fun my poems are decent tho welcome to my dump " (c) matchalatt-

Kageyama decided he didn't like Tuesdays. On Tuesdays, he didn't have anyone to play volleyball with. (The third graders- the only ones in the school other than him that seemingly enjoyed volleyball- would stay inside for lunch.) He doesn't have anything else to do, so on Tuesdays he eats lunch slowly while watching the other children mix around. Today, the other first graders seemed to be playing a game. One boy was grabbing another girl classmate by the hair and the whole group was laughing. Kageyama wasn't the best at socializing, but his 6-year old logic could discern what was wrong and right. He nods and clenches his chubby toddler hands. Justice would be served. He wipes his sticky hands on a tissue and zips open his pencil case. Kageyama calmly grabs the pair of scissors and waddles over to the thug. (Disclaimer: All original characters belong to Haruichi Furudate.)

Jamie wakes up, his head throbbing. He tries to remember the previous nights events, when he hears something in the cold, dark, endless forest...."it wasn't his fault!" He hears his friend Gabriel yell. He runs to find his friends, only to gone face to face with his dead parents bodies. "Th-that's i-i-impossible..." he mutters, remembering watching them get brutally murdered in front of his 5 year old eyes.

Really, its angst. Just straight up angst.

A diary on how I achieve my dream aesthetic (the sad soft grunge indie boy(you know the one) through a list of goals and with the help of the law of attraction.

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NotSoSadboiStories 😁😇 kwela, may pakilig, romance (pwedeng all gender), friendship, family, basta all types of relationships. ✌️✌️✌️

Literally a book dedicated to random angsty bnha oneshots Angst lemons????? Requests closed.

Literally me being sad

poems that are sad for sad boi hours

Lukas Anderson is a 17-year-old junior facing problems at home living with his mother that practically disowned him and his paralyzed little sister, Emily. He has no friends at school and is still mourning the death of someone close. It's all his fault. That's what goes through his head every night and day. He talks to no one in fear that his heart will once again be broken. What happens when Miles Parker, a senior that is one of the most popular people in their school, takes a sudden interest in the shy boy? Will Lukas stay stubborn and continue to run away, or will he let himself fall in love and maybe get broken once again? WARNING This Story Contains: • Foul Language • some slurs/insults • Bullying • Virbal abuse • Bad choices that I have not done, nor should anyone consider doing • Mentions of death, suicide and depression I OWN NO ART USED IN THIS BOOK

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powetri Verlöschende Kerze ;Dying Candle 1903, Marcus Behmer Illustration for Oscar Wilde's "Salomé"