Plight Stories

it's it. my last resort. i know i could just go on tumblr, post something about niko and then get a bunch of rb/likes; but i'm stupid and i want to talk to people?? to interact??? and i'm wondering if people here are into oneshot much. do i have to make oneshot x readers for this to be mainstream and popular??? i'll bust out my plight knowledge, if i have to. tl;dr: LOCAL IDIOT REDOWNLOADS WATTPAD TO TALK ABOUT A GAME THAT HAS ONLY 8 FANS

This is a story one of my friends wrote. She asked me to upload it on my Wattpad.

With knives and pens we made our plight.

This sad poem reflects the plight of a ship's chef. It could also be used as the lyrics for a song, LATER ONE EVENING.

A retail worker falls asleep at the job and wakes up in a mystical world where the retail was a kingdom and the customers an enemy.

I never hung the title "orphan" around my neck though that is what am. This isn't a sob story or a cry for help...I don't think. So keep calm and read. Oh and beware this book may contain zero joy or delight, for this isn't the orphans peace instead the Orphan's Plight.

this poem is written on the labours migration that happened after the lockdown was imposed all over India

This is a story about the most outrageous things happening and coming to reality. Double thinking and rethinking everything you know about life and realism. There's a shift and there's no longer a difference between fiction and reality Achievements #8 Plight

build a fire where it's cold. *b.1*

Ever since the tragic death of her mother, Willow has been a lone wolf, until one day when a terrible tornado strikes her home. Willow is forced to travel to new areas when she runs into a pack in need of a new member... Started: 4/17/17 Finished: -/-/- ©2017 All Rights Reserved

Cover by biz02 from DeviantART

Do you find it that you're climbing a never ending hill? Every time you take one step forward, you get knocked 2 steps back?

Despite the media making out that there's much suffering in the world, there's many people, especially in the Western Societies, that are completely ignorant of and untouched by actual true plight of others that the media bases its exaggerated portrayal of some people's conditions on. When we're growing up as children we're taught that being ignorant- not listening when we're being spoken to-is a sin. But to be able to be ignorant of life's sufferings, I think, is a blessing. This poem is about that blessing but also about not being naive in our ignorance, occasionally let the worst, most horrific scenarios and potential situations cross your mind, just so that you're prepared if something dreadful, heaven forbid, was to happen to you or those you love, but to also remind you of how blessed you are now, right here, in real life.

Three years have gone by since we last saw our favored hero. On the battle field of Greece, the famous Percy Jackson , guardian of Artemis and Paladin of the moon, defeated the earth mother Gaia. However during the battle, several warriors of Chaos' brother Shi, appeared and attempted to change the outcome of the battle. They, however, were stopped by Percy and Phoenix. But now, a new threat looms on the horizon. So as the sun sets and a darkened moon rises into the pitch black night sky, will our hero have the will to survive the night? Or will he be lost in the night to never see the light of day or the moon again?