The Orphan is about a young and vulnerable teen girl that lived a sheltered life in the late 1800s with an evil aunt that wants her to marry a prominent and abusive older man. She experiences tons of emotions and is forced to complete domestic duties every day in order to have a place to live.
A collection of short stories, inspired by pictures and writing prompts found on the internet.
The stories will be written in 2019, I aim to have around 30-35 stories included in a variety of genres. Any trigger warnings will be disclosed in the entries, this is a solo project. Once I have most of the collection completed, this blurb will be changed to reflect the content included. Thank you for stopping by and supporting, don't forget to like, bookmark and follow me on Penana!
Sniper blends into a busy train station to do his job, in other words, kill someone.But instead, the unexpected takes place...
A short story.
It's the story of a boy who had a very beautiful girlfriend but one day a tragedy happened between them
A young man has died unexpectedly and has encountered death. They talk about his death and thoughts on life, but throughout their conversation, the man feels something beating in his supposedly dead heart.
What is life without a purpose unfulfilled.
So was this story too angsty and did it jump the shark at the end? I would love criticism, I would like for this to be good for the future and past works.
Inspired by Hiroyuki Sawano – [Ashes] “Suite [Vocal: Gemie- Epic battle music video and formated for a magazine.
A girl sings for the fallen warriors of the army, they die for her and she cries for them. A caged bird who is forced to inspire soldiers to fight an endless battle is given a choice to be free.
This book is a collection of my short stories.
Alika is an orpant, she only have aunt as her parent figure.
In humankind's darkest hour, one woman must decide if surviving is enough or if a life worth living is one worth fighting for.
Humanity's last hope lies in the shadows.
Fear the light. Run to the dark.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Have you ever noticed how fake the world is?
I ran across the hallway, tripping over the plastic plant.
Have you ever noticed how fake the people are?
As they reached out a hand, helping me stand up, they awaited for praise.
Have you ever noticed how fake I am?
Crossing through the glass doors, I placed a smile on my face for the show.
We walk among eachother, each of us seeing through our own perspective; our own 'lens' per say.
Who are we to make a judgement on someone or something if every thought of ours are limited to what we decide to aknowledge?
We hide ourselves behind flimsy shields, seeking protection;
We constantly try to flee, but we haven't found an exit.
"For everything can and can't be; based on the reality we decide to create for ourself."