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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

"This story is still ongoing, so stay tuned! I regularly update with new chapters, so don't miss out!" -------------------------------------- I keeps the email in the draft folder, though, just in case. It sits there, quietly waiting, nestled in my inbox-a constant, silent reminder of everything I can't bring myself to say. The words are there, lingering, yet I can't seem to make myself click 'send.' I wonder if I'll ever find the courage to open up, to release those feelings. Or maybe it will just remain there, forever unseen, never spoken aloud, always tucked away in the background of my thoughts, like a secret I can never quite let go of. @stupidfreak

"A mate will love you and only you. No other can compare to you and he or she will treasure you above all and everything in the world," mommy says to me as she kissed my forehead. I sighed dreamily. I can't wait till I find my mate. He'll be perfect and handsome and funny and smart and brave and beautiful and he'll love me... only ever me... and... and... Present This hurts so much. Seeing and hearing and knowing my mate, the one who's supposed to love me above all, me, only me is in love with somebody else. I'd hate him if I could. I'd reject him if I could... I wish I could. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Important My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE 18 YEARS AND OLDER. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts, crude language, MPREG and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. ****

"Wait, you're gay?" I asked in confusion, scratching the back of my head. "Well duh. How oblivious are you?" "Well, I guess I'm pretty dumb, but my sexiness makes up for it." "Sure Hunter, whatever helps you sleep at night..." *** [Completed] Hunter just moved to a small city in Florida after his third suicide attempt, being forced to live with his aunt. After his first day at his new school, he has the whole football team hating him with his smart remarks, except for one quarterback who takes an interest in him. With his new therapist, his annoying aunt, and the hell hole he calls school, will Hunter be able to make it through the rest of high school, or will he forever be broken? --- This story contains romance between two boys. If you're not okay with that then I suggest you leave. I'm gonna go ahead and add a trigger warning, for suicidal themes, cutting, etc... Fair warning, this story is really poorly written. It's filled with plot holes, grammar errors, and everything else under the sun that makes a bad story. It pains me to reread it but it's like my own writing history so I don't want to take it down. It was written when I was 12, if that says anything, so keep that in mind before you read it! *** Highest rankings: 07/10/20 | #5 in Humor 02/09/20 | #5 in BxB 06/22/19 | #4 in SuicideAwareness 05/21/20 | #3 in GayLove 04/12/20 | #3 in UnlimitedPride 10/06/19 | #1 in Sarcasm 08/09/19 | #1 in GayFiction 08/17/19 | #1 in GayAf 09/28/19 | #1 in FreeTheLgbt 11/28/19 | #1 in TeenFiction 02/12/20 | #1 in Gayness --- Completed on 5/30/19

"I've love you since then, I'll love you till the rest of my life." I've known him since I can remember. I have stupid crush on him, my brother's bestfriend - forbidden man. I have shown him many times how I feel, he kept me at arm's length. I decided to confess and he rejected me. He claimed me when I decided to let go. He broke my heart and shattered my soul when I thought there could be us finally. I have to leave to build myself again, wait for my return. I loved him since the first time I saw him, he is sinfully alluring. He is my bestfriend's brother - forbidden. I kept him at arm's length, it's sinfully illicit to have him. I decided to confess to him but i ened up shaming him. He was leaving me, I have to claim him but things turn downhill. He left me, I died inside. I have to build myself up and wait for his return. Date Started: May 22, 2022

(A WORK IN PROGRESS} .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・． ｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟﾟ･｡.・゜゜・ ・゜・゜ The story of a boy who has faced countless struggles love, hate, violence, depression, and mental battles. Each hardship has chipped away at his spirit, leaving him with a fractured view of the world. Amidst the chaos and pain, he seeks solace and clarity. Will the love of his life be the one to mend his broken vision and guide him toward a brighter future, or will he remain lost in the shards of his shattered dreams? ~ When rituals and prayers fail, you're not left with healing, but with fragile, shattered pieces. That's when the real challenge begins: learning how to keep living with what remains. Dive into a journey of heartache and hope, where every step forward is a battle and every moment of clarity is a triumph. Will he find redemption in the chaos, or will the weight of his past be too much to overcome? Join him as he fights to reclaim his future and discover whether love can truly heal the deepest wounds.

There is no one in the world who could possibly love me, I know it. I've pretty much resigned to crying under my covers at night as my boyfriend who I adore links hands with my bullies at school and beats me down. Pretty cliche. I think. Sometimes, I lie awake at night, just wishing, begging, praying for an angel to fall in my lap and wave their magic wand, take the pain away. Maybe kill me silently in my sleep, take me to a better place... One where I am not alone, suffering, always suffering, and eternally rejected by the world. Still, the angels never respond, never reply, never come to my aid.. Will a DEVIL do? [A/N] Don't read this if you're sensitive to abusive scenes as there is physical and emotional abuse in this story... but have no fear, there are one or two other stories on this site you could read instead. ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ

I wish I could say that my life has been a recurring series of cliche. However, It seems that no matter what I do, I was cursed to be not clichè - to be original. Well... when you put it like that, it does sound ridiculous. But when you live your life surrounded by cliches and you see how happy and nice and everything fairy tales described it would be, you end up questioning what you did wrong to not deserve a story book-approved happy ever after. ................... This is a story about a boy who wants nothing but to have what everyone has-a cliched love story. But what happens when said boy encounters fireworks and butterflies from another boy? Will he continue chasing cliche or will he turn the other way and chase the other boy instead? Read to find out! ...................... Warning: This is a boyxboy story. Meaning this story contains a romantic relationship between two males. MaybeHades©