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A blog I made about me

Welcome to my, Salad Fingers, Blog! This will be about me my intrests and much more thiings, and life updates :D

Stuff where I write about how things have been and stuff and also where I post my artwork

[ PLES DO NOT STEAL MY ART!!! ]

Hope u enjoy this. . ."lovey" book ^v^ P.s my art signature is 'LtzBeany'

This is my collection of writing over the years! I will add to this frequently (probably) so make sure to check back! :)

-My stories may contain triggers please be advised-

A blog where I hate on people

As Stephen King once said; "If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot."

While I'm definitely working on the former, (I haven't picked up a book since high school..) I figured that my writing's only going to get better the more I write.

The Writings of a Post-College Graduateis a personal project of mine; I want to see if I'm capable of writing a short story everyday for the remainder of 2022. I feel like I owe it to myself to utilize my writing skills. (Surprisingly, a Creative Writing course has very little to do with writing itself..)

By the way, if you enjoy reading these stories; please, don't hesitate to drop a like and comment. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome.

A world full of nurses and warriors with an ongoing war with the west. A little nurse girl armed with nothing sets off to escape the strict rules of the nurses. Inspired by the warriors, she trains with them, but figuring out their cruel personalities of brutal violence, becomes a spy for the renegades. But as the group of renegades uncover a secret, they begin to peel away layers and layers of lies to find themselves learning the hidden truth. Only they can be the ones to save this broken world.

Decay Within: A Short Tale of Internal Struggles (Inspired off of events from my real life)

Most say the teenagers of today are going to their deaths. I’m not surprised. I don’t even know how bad it can be, between sex and drugs and drama. Sometimes I walk to a bridge in my town and climb over the railing to just feel the adrenaline. What if I jump? Would anyone care?

Sorry, I've started so many stories. This one is realistic fiction. I need a better name, and hopefully, no one gets mad at the name...

Anyways shout out to Lena Queen, and let me know if you like it and or have a better name.

I've written a lot in the past few yrs, and quite a bit abt madness and death over the past year (my mental health is shitty). This isn't gonna b some sob story abt my dead friend. I swear. so...yeah.