Emily Davis is in foster care and she has been abused in all her foster homes. But when a new family invites her to come into their hearts will she finally trust people? And when her foster dad falls deathly ill will she lose her family forever?
This is the Daily News of Sofa King Town, I think you will enjoy it.
I'm BG*. I'm a university student, writer and comic lover. I also work at a comic shop. Things tend to happen, so this is where I write about it. *I've changed the names of everyone including me, just to make things easier.
These are the short stories I wrote for a school project and a couple I wrote just for fun. There are a few unfinished ones I'll publish later when I get around to finishing them, but enjoy.All of these stories are mine, though some are influenced by others.
You know the saying that something is just so cute you could die? Well, what if people really did start to die-off just because they witnessed something cute? People all over the world, of all ages, are dying from Larry's love. It's a world-wide epidemic. They just click on a YouTube video of cute Larry moments, and when it gets too cute for them to handle, they keel over. Dead. Just like that. Would you keep watching, or would you spare yourself the death of cuteness? (This is a very short story, meant to be read in one-sitting. Enjoy!)
Stress and anxiety have become common challenges in today's fast-paced world. The constant demands of work, personal life, and societal pressures can take a toll on our mental well-being. It's essential to prioritize our mental health and find effective ways to release stress and anxiety.
This story is on honor of pride month- June. I will be sharing stories about every day life from people with diffrent orientation. Their struggles, their happiness, their thoughts. I will also be sharing my thoughts about this stuff and I'll reveal something about my sexuality and how hard it was revealing it... Well, enjoy like always ♥
This contains suicide. Like, it's part of the main plot. The title was supposed to be poetic about how the nation is now only technically alive in the memories of the living and despite not being around anymore they have a huge effect on everyone. In other words the nation that committed suicide has faced and what's left is Just An Echo.So yeah... XD This was a fail.I'm gonna ignore accents because I'm lazy, and while I'll try my best with the plot, the actually writing will probably done at 3am on Wednesday nights after long, stressful days of school or band camp.Comments and criticism are amazing and welcomed!!!