Confinement Stories

Kib had only one wish in his life. ... TO LIVE PEACEFULLY but it seems like he have a really bad luck

Confined. Trapped. Watched. There is no escape. No escape from the guards, no escape from the Asylum, and no escape from Life. Chained. Broken. Insane. Naleene prays for justice. But how can she find peace when the guards' one priority is her life, and her justice is her death.

A gripping tale of greed, fate, and the weight of choices. No More Baggage follows one man's journey into a world where every shortcut carries a cost, and one wrong step can change everything forever.

In a rigid totalitarian state where children are reduced to numbers and dissent is diagnosed as "civic apathy," fourteen-year-old Laeyla Mendaes has been stripped of everything that once defined her. Her name, her family, even her memories of warmth. Now known only as 204, she labors in a state-run facility alongside other girls under the watchful eyes of merciless overseers who demand obedience, silence, and the ritual chant: "One Leader. One Nation. One Flame."

Notre pays est en confinement. Cela veut dire que nous nous devons de bouger le moins possible. Le gouvernement à pris cette décision suite a l'apparition du nouveau virus qui fait trembler nos villes et nos villages : le Corrid-19. Il nous vient de pays lointains et d'après certains, il serait apparu d'une soupe de chauve-souris. Pour d'autre, d'un steak de pangolin et pour les plus complotistes il s'agirait tout bonnement d'un virus mis au point pour lancer une nouvelle guerre mondiale. Mais finalement comment savoir ? dans tous les cas que ce soit l'un ou l'autre, on se retrouve toujours au même point : un confinement de 3 semaines minimum prévu. Je m'appelle Eleanor, je suis étudiante à la fac. Je suis en fac de lettre en deuxième année et je vais vous raconter comment j'ai survécu au confinement.

The love between a Professional Gamer and CEO is thorny and tragic. The love that has been full of hindrance. A future that can't be written. What do you think awaits their love? Adam Zein Lézarta, the walking billionaire, also wishes to live as a millionaire because living a life as a billionaire son is the worst!

Story of how far someone would go for love. As far as murdering someone

thriller, killer. humor, rumor, life's bloomer.

Journal de bord d'une jeune femme pendant le confinement ...

Rosalie knew she was invisible. She knew that no one knew who she was. But how could she blame them, no one had ever seen her.

After the last week with his beloved, Xiao knows he'll never get his answer. So he seeks his own alternative. [Crossposted from ao3! As always, I own only this book, all other rights go to MiHoYo.]

This is a story of pure... well not horror but people with weak minds certainly shouldn't read this. It is a story written for my pure enjoyment, since I was craving something toxic, but I imagine it to not be enjoyable to a lot of people so reading is at your own discretion. Following triggering stuff might appear; -torture -age gap (with a not yet adult) -Even more torture (with the most horrifying things I can think of) -(partially) suicide thoughts -loss of emotions -sibling altercation (on the highest level) -manipulation (at this point full on brainwashing) -smut (maybe? Not yet decided) -kidnapping -confinement -toxic relationship (?) -death Soooo... I don't wish to say that I myself wish to be in that kind of position but I'm bored so I write stuff I want to read and that just happens to be the most toxic relationship I can think of. Actual description: Olimpia, a seventeen years old ability bearer in a society where abilities need to be hidden gets discovered and kidnapped by a crazy doctor who wishes to experiment on her and bears a strange obsession towards her, while Olimpia herself only wishes to live a normal life with her younger brother Nathanael. Will she manage to achieve that same ordinary life?

What makes a good story? In the past year, Cathy has had way too much time in her hands to ponder this question. She has read many more novels than she expected, of varying authors and genres and she has asked around, hoping to find the answer. But why is the answer so important, you may wonder. Who cares what makes a good story? Cathy wants to be sure her story is the best one. And she doesn't mean her journal, which you now have in your hands, she means her life story. She wants to make it a good one.

we write draft. write description l8r Okay, now I understand. This will be a compilation of random writings that I come up with. A writer's dump, essentially. My scraps. Yha. I originally wanted to use this to get back into fanfiction writing, maybe brush up since i'm so rusty. In here, it was supposed to be drafts for a new story that I would decide a title for later on. That's how I usually did it, back in the day...but,..... this extreme writer's block has been present for over four years, and in those four years I've gained experience that permanently alterted the way I write when I continue. My hand in writing has been so unexercised that I can no longer do what I used to do before, like rusted cogs that haven't been put to use in ages. I have to use a different process, or rather, I just simply have a different process. I miss writing freely and confidently, but in the meanwhile I can only jot down ideas and odd images that come to mind to....MAYBE help myself get in the groove again. I truly do miss it, but I need time.

||A short free verse poems||

Virginia dite "la vieille vierge" fait partie de la génération sacrifiée lors des 180 jours de quarantaine que le doux pays de la France connu en 2020. Au deuxième mois du confinement, alors que le peuple des irréductibles gaulois accepte enfin le confinement total, elle restait qui sagement chez elle depuis le début craque, et s'enfuit pour une virée hors de la ville. Elle pense réussir à échapper à la surveillance des militaires qui parcourent les rue des villes désertes partout dans le pays, mais elle ne sait pas qu'elle se trompe...

Un journal de bord sans prétention sur le confinement vu par une Française.