I will post whatever the frick is on my mind in this book. Take heed of the title, peeps.
Incase you don't know, Neko Atsume is an app where you buy toys to put in your yard and then take pictures of cats when they show up.
Kind of an fiction and it's my first time of publishing a story.A story about a typical college girl and an idol who's extremely famous around the globe.
You've always wanted to be a bartender. But little did you know, youre' whole life would change the moment you stepped into the rum runner.
The young child's tears didn't come.Gaze as cold as winter, eyes a finished steel that was so smooth and meticulous in it's construction there could be no ambiguity about what it was and what it stood for. fists clenched together so tightly, blood spilled from the crescent indentation the child made in it's palms and unto the bladey grass. the callous wind moved haphazardly, an act which caused the grass to slap the child's skin leaving painful welts in it's wake. In years to come the child would not remember the woman who laid in the casket before the congregation. Although the child did not know it back then, it would be grateful for that because as it was the case with children everything had an added layer of melodrama because children were simply built and did not possess the emotional tools to process complex emotional information. admittedly those tools were psychological suppression and inherited trauma so maybe its better reallyA large hand made it's way to young child's shoulder making the young child turn to look over at the towering figure behind.Uncle Robert gazed down at young child sternly, his features communicating a language the child refused to concede to .No, there would be no condolences from this child, not matter the form at which Mr Robert twisted and contorted his features in dissatisfaction. the child stepped forward ignoring the whispers of the tired old hags huddled together the frigid crows, with their comically tacky hats and hawk like features.'What a pity really!' ' Didn't the mother teach the child anything?' ' I expected nothing less from the child of the sanctum. A disgrace to pastor Tyres' 'The mother was a witch. Poor pastor Tyres had been blinded by her wicked claws and even wickeder ways! .' Leaning over the grave the small child took a breathe in and said the words no child should say to a dead woman. 'I always hated you.'
This is one of my first books my sadly i had forgotten my password to my old account so yeah and this used to be an old book and for some reason it wouldn't let me delete it so yeah
A book I made at 11:06 pm filled with mini stories of romance stuff cause of a video I'm watching! Don't question if I made random characters or if it's different characters. I might even make side plots randomly, who knows! It could be any genre, but I'll state which in the title!