Rust Stories

[COMPLETED] Carme is patiently waiting in his coffee shop to wait for his supposedly new co-worker. Right when the rain starts pouring down, he meets Dahlia and discovers that they also have their opinions about each other... HAIII THERE, DROPPPSSSSS^^ This oneshot contains fluff (no kissing). This is an AU of TSAMS and I don't claim any of the cover art as my own, credits to the thumbnail artists of TSAMS. THX FOR TAKING YOU TIME TO READ THIS!

There are almost no .Flow books on here (especially reader inserts) so I said 'Fuck it' and made this None of the art is mine, they belong to their rightful creators .Flow and its characters belong to lol

Poetry

Started in Florida, this book contains everything Dess stayed up until 3am to work on. And some planning. And ideas. And yelling at Thomas for a variety of reasons. And probably some shipping. Lots of shipping. This is the development book, so if you ever wanna see what goes on behind the scenes, here ya go!

Its a universe with different worlds and all of them are different games but this first one Is called a game called RUST Search it up on Steam

"I'm Yans Elle Suarez,a transferred student.Lumipat ako ng school,bakit?simple lang gusto kong makalimutan ang taong nanakit at dumurog sa puso ko.Pero diko inaasahan na doble pa pala ang sakit na mararanasan ko sa pagpasok nya sa buhay ko.Si Rust Ravince Fuentanella.Isang lalaking ubod ng gwapo,pero ubod ng kasungitan.Ines at galit ang nararamdaman ko sa kanya mula ng makilala ko sya.Pero diko inaasahan na mahuhulog at mamahalin ko ang arroganting tulad nya... Aaminin ko ba sa kanya ang nararamdaman ko? Kung alam ko na hanggang ngayon naiwan parin sa nakaraan ang kanyang PUSO... Oh itatago ko na lang ang lahat ?....

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After losing his family Diamante must survive in a world where the strong and privileged live, and the weak are abused and forced into submission. His only saving grace is the Rustage Arena, a place where the poor and vulnerable battle each other, with the winner getting food and the perhaps unfortunate fate of having to live for another day in the cruel society of Cavernia. However Diamante has something to live for, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. WARNING: Mature language

Some people enter our life to make it miserable and painful. Our pain and sadness make them happy. Their only aim is to ruin our life and the only gain is to give us sufferings and pain. "I Hate You" is for all those here who hate someone too much.........

Year 3021, a new age has been born from the ashes of war, a time of relapse of sorts. After libraries all around the world have been destroyed, some books have been found. Books from the Victorian Times. This is the only record of the past found, there are no more cell phones or ipods or anything of that sort, only the rusted and metal scraps. People have been coming out of hiding from the Thousand Year War with the other worlds and themselves, they've found the old books and stories and are going back to the old times. The war may have ended but there are still POW that escaped the prisons, there are still intruders, and it is up to one person to protect them. This person is the one and only heir to rule the survivors (Which is only about twenty million) but she is nowhere to be found. She doesn't even know that she's the heir, although her future husband knows. He just won't tell her, she isn't ready to know. Iris Victoria Idris is the Kingdom's heir and she is the only one who can save the newly built world from the world's newest threat, Themselves.

follow Dragon's adventures with Epic as they explore the wasetland and meet unique people along their journeys across the vast lands inside the wasteland (game worlds) (also, these people arn't lovers just close friends, make of it as you please but just know they haven't any love relations)

You discover that you're a part of Rust's little puppet show. It's a life and death situation. You either get out of this hell or stay in this nightmare being Rust's puppet.

A rude, malevolent and cursed queen gets sent on a treasure hunt by an orphan boy of gold. *Disclaimer! All names, places, and people used in this book are entirely fictional. Any similar names, places or people are entirely coincidental.*

A short story based on the writing prompt: An old swing set sits in the yard of an abandoned home, a girl starts to relive memories of it that she doesn't want to.

Pretty much explaining the dynamic of he ships.

In the heart of New Haven, where the clamor of machinery echoes through the streets and the glow of soul-powered lanterns illuminates the bustling thoroughfares, lies the world of the Mids. Here, amidst the towering edifices of the Highs and the sprawling tenements of the Lows, I, Alex, find myself navigating the intricate web of society that defines our existence. As a Mid, I am neither at the zenith of power like the Highs nor relegated to the depths of despair like the Lows. We Mids occupy the precarious middle ground, striving to carve out a semblance of stability and prosperity in a world fraught with inequality and uncertainty. From the moment we are born, we are assigned our place in the social hierarchy based on the extent of our soul's reach and the strength it wields. For some, like the Highs, whose souls extend meters beyond their bodies, power and privilege come effortlessly, their every whim catered to by the machinery that surrounds us. But for us Mids, whose souls reach only a fraction of that distance, life is a constant struggle against the forces that seek to keep us in our place. We toil away in the factories and fields, our labor fueling the engines of progress that drive our society forward, yet reaping only a fraction of the rewards that it bestows upon the privileged few. And then there are the Lows, whose souls barely extend beyond their bodies, consigned to a life of poverty and hardship that knows no end. They are the forgotten ones, the invisible masses upon whose backs the foundations of our society are built, yet whose voices are seldom heard amidst the cacophony of progress.But amidst the rigid hierarchy that dictates our lives, there are whispers of change on the wind, murmurs of discontent that grow louder with each passing day. For within each of us lies the potential to defy the constraints of our birth and forge our own destiny, to rise above the limitations imposed upon us and grasp hold of a future that is truly our own.