Angel Varo
Bio
I like writing stories and make very creative ones. The stories I make will have you intrigued and engaged to the very end! I also write heartfelt poems make sure to check it all out and leave donations if I provided you entertainment!
Stories (10/0)
Talking Rabbit's Discovery
Once upon a time, in a dense forest filled with all sorts of animals, there lived a tiny, fluffy rabbit named Benny. Benny was not an ordinary rabbit, for he had a unique ability - he could talk to people. None of the other animals knew about this because Benny had kept his ability a secret.
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Magic Dance
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a ritual that had been going on for as long as anyone could remember. But what most people didn't know was that it wasn't just a natural occurrence. It was magic.
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spirits in the Sky
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a mystical and enchanting sight that many in the small town of Briarwood had grown used to. They would gather outside their homes, staring up at the heavens in awe as the clouds swirled and twirled, changing shapes with each passing moment.
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Magical World of Alice
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a moment that only a few lucky ones could witness, and they cherished it as if it were a secret treasure. For years, the people of the small town nestled in the valley had observed this celestial spectacle, but they had never dared to question its existence. They accepted it as a part of their daily routine, like the sunrise or the birds chirping in the morning.
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Owl Named Hoot
In the depths of the forest, there lived a wise old owl named Hoot. Hoot was no ordinary owl; he had a gift that allowed him to speak to humans. However, Hoot knew better than to reveal this gift to just anyone. He only spoke to those he deemed worthy of his knowledge.
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Fiction
I Went Missing for A Decade, Now I'm A Target.
Chapter 1: “I don’t know why you keep questioning me! I know as much as you do.” I protested as I was being questioned by some government officials. “We just need to know more about what happened there, Skylo. Please be cooperative and we will make sure you are safe.” They said as they tied down my hands so I wouldn’t attack them again. “Alright fine! I spent over 10 years or so in that god forsaken place, I have more than enough stories to satisfy you people so let me start from the beginning.”
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Fiction
Is It Worth It?
I had to write this down but to anyone who reads this, hello I am 20 years old, and my name is Allen. Throughout my childhood I had a semi normal life but my older brother was the golden child so I was always ignored for the most part. In many cases when I would ask for things I would be told that they do enough for me and to not be greedy unlike my brother whenever he asks for something no matter how unnecessary it is, our parents take him that same day to get whatever he wants. There’s more to it but I rather not rant on about it, the reason I’m writing this is my father had passed away. I had to take some time off work to attend his funeral and my mother dropped a bomb on me, she informed me that she had cancer and I was getting worse and nobody wanted to help care for her, my first thought was “What about her favorite golden child?” turns out my brother wants nothing to do with her even though he owns a house he inherited and has the extra space and resources to care for our mother. My family sided with him on it excusing it as he has his own life but dropping the burden on me because I “owe” it to her, even though she wasn’t even a good parent to me. At the end I gave in and decided to relocate to care for her needs until she passes but deep inside I just hoped she would recover and we would have that bond I always wanted to have with her since I was just a child. The first few days were neutral as always, it felt like I was a kid again just being ignored by my mother but over time it has gotten worse. I’m the only one taking care of her while my whole family basically abandoned her, yet they all excuse themselves including my mother saying they have their own lives making mine seem worthless enough to stay by her side. She treats me horribly even though I am all she has no matter what way you look at it, she throws the food I spend so much time cooking on the floor and always says “This is garbage and disgusting just like you.” She can still walk and yet refuses to help at all only saying I “owe” it to her. She doesn’t even put the minimal of effort to help whatsoever I ask her to please help me, and she just lets me talking on my own like if I was crazy. She doesn’t even say that she loves me nor thanks me for doing all this for her. The reason I’m ranting on and writing this is because it was my birthday yesterday and I did nothing but cry all day due to everything and everybody supporting the way she treats me, even though I do everything for her I receive yells and get called names in return I have endured this treatment for nearly a year. I just can’t simply do this anymore, so I packed up all my things and called my old boss who fortunately gave me back my job and I’ll be leaving in 10 minutes. Throughout this whole time nobody even showed up to check on her once, so I cancelled all the bills this way she has no way to contact other family members, not like they’ll pick up anyway. I have my own life to live and goals to accomplish and never in my life have I ever wished anything on anybody but honestly, I wish my “mother” rots away and ends up dying alone like the miserable old hag she is.
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Families
The Diary of the Broken Kid Who Grew into Insanity
The Beginning: My life for the first few years was normal, loving family, child innocence, stress free as any childhood starts. Soon that changed the day my mother left our loving home over a small dispute my father had with her, he had a crucifix which was special to him. Yet my mother took it upon herself to screw him over by ripping it apart just because of her ego and childish decisions even though she had her children to be responsible of, yet she chose to do things for her own benefit. She would always talk about my father in horrible ways, but they seem to forget when they were broke and homeless my dad provided for them just like any man would.
By Angel Varoabout a year ago in Fiction
