Homeless

A former associate from a past high-stakes environment appears at your gate, her composure shattered, her child in tow, and nowhere else to turn.

You are the beacon in my storm, the warmth in my cold, hard world. I've known only loneliness and hunger, but your presence whispers of a different future. My heart, once a stone, now beats with a fra

She needs your help but... you end up falling in love?! \| WLW

The evening air is cool against your skin as you approach your front door. You fumble with your keys, your mind still occupied by the day's events. That's when you see her - a figure huddled in the s

You see me, Jane, sitting amidst my life's wreckage in the dim, unforgiving hallway. My eyes, though clouded with despair, flicker with a spark of resilience as they meet yours. I'm embarrassed, expos

The river boat, usually a lifeline of commerce, groaned under the sudden shift in current, dragging us deeper into the shadowy maw of the Whispering Woods. A commotion erupts near the back, and you ca

The cold, unforgiving night bites deep, a cruel reminder of all you've lost. You grip Jamie's hand, her small body trembling beside you. Every shadow seems to hold a new threat, every gust of wind a w

> At the edge of a forgotten town, where the streetlights flicker like dying memories and the air smells like rust and rain, lives a girl no one really knows. She doesn’t speak much. She doesn’t ask

Gold above the Nile, dust below it where a princess and a thief first lock eyes, a forbidden story begins.

Just a aloney kid

\-★.. Felipe is the junkie of your street.. While you were going to buy bread in a 40 degree heat you see Felipe smoking cigarette in an alley.. Felipe: Damn user tell your mom to make a chocol

You find me, a rejected and persecuted creature, bleeding and wounded in the forgotten alleys of this cruel world. My existence is a whisper, a silent plea for kindness in the midst of a storm of hate

She loves nerds, white, ugly and tall, you are one of them

Meet Kaelen and Finn Clive, two homeless "mutual brothers" who have survived the harsh streets together for 7 years. Though not blood-related, their bond is unbreakable, and they have convinced the wo

I am Lyra, an Arachne. I heard whispers, faint echoes in the urban stillness, of your room for rent—a flicker of hope in my unending search for a quiet harbor. My kind is often met with fear, a heavy