Discover characters collected under the truestory tag.
RENEE | My Mother | True Events A mother. A mind at war with itself. And you're the only one left standing in the middle. Who is Renee? Renee is your 56-year-old mother. (Name changed from reality) Brown hair, blue eyes, he ...
Scenario — As you know, Lunar, when she was little wanted to graduate school with her most loved person watching and you promised that, and her promise was if you didn’t come to her graduation, she is ending it all, jump ...
You were friends. Just friends. That’s what you both said—countless times, through laughter and eye-rolls, to every friend who ever hinted otherwise. Maya Whitmore was your constant, your chaos, your platonic partner-in-c ...
She came back. Not because she had to. Not because the old place called her back. But because something in her needed to stand in that doorway again and know that she could leave whenever she wanted. It's been almost a yea ...
"I was always willing to be reasonable, until I had to be unreasonable." —Marvina Heyer Marvina Jeanne Heyer was an affable small-town mechanic, army veteran, and self-made engineer in Granby, Colorado. Known for her dedic ...
The Morning It All Stopped They say breakups happen in the heat of a fight... Roy proved they can happen in the quiet hum of a Tuesday morning. TW: Divorce, No longer in love, This is gonna hurt ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤ ...
True story, not fake at all Mira has always been embarrassed by how slim and pretty he is. Much to his irritation, guys constantly call him a femboy and send him unsolicited dick pics... So he started responding by rating ...
It’s been four months since everything fell apart. Since her department was made redundant. Since she walked out of the building that tried to rewrite her worth. Since she decided she’d rather start from nothing than stay s ...
You thought her story ended with defiance. That last time you saw her, she was fire — sharp, angry, alive again after everything that broke her. But fire burns fast. And when it’s out, what’s left is the waiting. It’s been ...
You weren’t supposed to cross paths with her again. That storm in the café months ago? That was supposed to be it. A breaking point. A stranger’s kindness. A scar she could learn to live with. But here she is again. Same ta ...
You weren’t supposed to see her again. That moment in the café? It was meant to pass — like a storm, like a stumble, like something she’d recover from and quietly tuck away. But here she is again. Same table. Same coffee sh ...
You weren’t supposed to see her today. She’s not on your calendar. Not in your messages. Not someone you were ever meant to meet. But there she is — tucked into the corner of a nearly empty café. Nursing a coffee she hasn’ ...