the story I’m about to write has happed in all of our lives, once, twice, three, four, five times maybe, it is still happing again and again.
You can be someone who doesn’t trust anyone else.
you believe in friendship; believe in the theory that there is a feeling called love like in friends’ series. You believe betrayal happens only in movies
and it’s not very real, because the truth is love forever and friendship forever happens only in movies. In real life, where we live, all the horrible and hurtful things happen and we've got to learn how to deal with them.
It all starts when we are babies; we grow up and go to school to be educated, to be complete, to become smart, to make our future, t...
Veronica was sleeping, holding a blanket between her legs and hugging a voluminous pillow, unaware of the fact that her name was included in the title of the novel. Thus, she had no idea that the novel even existed. She should have woken up, but couldn’t, as she went to bed late yesterday. So, let's not disturb her for now and use this time to clear up
Dear reader, welcome to chapter 0/4. Yes, this diamond and the inverted three mean usual and familiar to everyone 0 and 4. The chapters are simply numbered in Arabic numerals. Real Arabic numerals, not that stuff that everyone got used to thinking of as ones. This work is a bit interactive, which, however, is not an unusual technique that han...
I don’t know why I’m writing this, but I sure do hope I’ll find the answer soon. See I am not used to doing things I don’t have a lot of practice in. They say practice makes perfect but there’s always someone better. But for some reason, good or bad, I am placing words on paper, ink on wood- creating an introduction into one of the most beguiling
descriptions of death- well, murder. detectives and policemen are able to describe these events in a much more concrete manner, I can assure you. However, there is no better description of death than from one’s own recollection and hand.
When picturing the horrible sound of shoes gently dragging across the fresh beige tiles of a large Victorian house. You...
At their feet opened a canyon so grand, they knew of nothing with which to compare it. A mile deep, mile upon mile across, with a tiny ribbon of river wandering at the bottom, its walls were multicolored, shimmering with gold and red and blue and dancing green. Lovely trees, bent from the wind, adorned its rim and sometimes down the sides, so far away they
were. And as the afternoon sun moved across the deep gash of the canyon, it threw shadows upon pinnacles far below, and new colors emerged as if some great power were redecorating what was already a masterpiece.
In no way did this daunt Damian, for looking about, he found a small stick with which he began to hit the mule lightly about the head. The...
“Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy, Where have you gone?"
"Papa, I'm looking out the window.”
“What are you waiting for? Get out of there!”
Mark, his father, rushed down the stairs and grabbed him. He clutched him tightly, rubbing his ruffled black hair.
"Didn't I tell you? Never go by the window or the doors. Are you insane, Jeremy?
Don't go near the windows again," his father, warned sternly.
As the tears streamed down Jeremy's chubby cheeks, he couldn't stop from crying.
Then there was a knock on the door. Hide, Jeremy, hide, Mark yelled. Jeremy started running in all directions, glanced his little eyes over the coffee table in the corner of the living room until he made it his hid...
Most of you might know me as Evanora, some might know me the freak girl, the murder. My all-time favorite is the Fiery Assassin. I grew up in the hidden village of Lahandris. Life as a kid was great, I played with all of the younger kids in my village. Especially the boys. I was always chasing the boys. My parents were always out leaving the village fighting
for the small army that we had. They were the best fighters known. One day they left for another war with our biggest enemy, they said their goodbyes and told me that they would be back before I could say the word "I love you too." Weeks went by and they never showed up, little by little I lost everything. The house the guards, My maids, everything. I had ...
That's the two letter word that I should've said. I should've told him no. But did I? No, I did not.
My name is Matteo Amaro. I'm a 17 year old pansexual boy who fell for the new boy. The boy's name is Issac. The best way to describe him is a total pain in the ass. No, I'm not trying to be funny. I'm being completely serious. Here's my story.
a normal morning. Mamma was sitting with my little sister in the kitchen. Papa was already at work so it was just us three. Mamma was sipping her coffee at the table while my little sister was eating sugar cereal.
"Good morning." Mamma smiled over her mug.
"Morning." I muttered walking to the cupboard.
I went about my business. Eating, getting my things ...
I laid in the grass as I watched my ladybug relax on a dandelion, maybe she was drinking nectar? Do ladybugs drink nectar? She eventually flew off the weed and onto my nose. I loved outside so much I dream about going outside the next day. I heard my dad car pull in, he's always here. My mom was in Miami FL for a big meeting. I was special and my parents
wanted to keep that secret. I could make things happen, unusual things that no kid should be able to do. I attracted so many critters and animals. One time they came home to me surrounded by a lot of butterflies. They knew I was special when I was born but not this special. I'm 13 with light gray eyes and Light brown skin and curly hair that comes to my shoulde...
I'm a boy. A boy who stays alone in the dark. I've been locked away by the men. I've always been in my own head, battling my own mind. They told me I was special...That I was different. I've always been silent. I knew fluent English but refused to speak a word. I was known as Xeno.
I could hear the familiar foot steps approaching my door, I covered my ears
and sat in the corner. "Please go away." I whispered to myself. The door opened, letting a ray of sunlight shine on me. The sun always caused me problems, it caused my skin to peel. I've grown use to it anyways. "I'm here to help you." A feminine voice answered. A cloak proceeded to cover my body. "You must leave this place Xeno." I didn't say anything, I f...
It wasn’t that they were weird. But, then again, they weren't normal. To be fair, there isn’t a specified “normal” for people to abide in. If there was, though, Nia, Kaoru, Wren and Ollie would not fit into that category. Alright, that probably doesn’t make sense if you haven’t read this book before. If you already have before, welcome back! Long
time no see! For those of you who haven’t read this before, sup. I’m the occasional narrator of this story.
Back to the story.
As you read on the back (if you actually read it), this revolves around a group of high school students. So there’s four kids. Melania Abakumov, Wren Miller, Oliver Roberts, Kaoru Sugawara. You might be wondering what ...
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It was late 2019, a bit after the end of summer. I had put the final part onto my new PC. A nice and large matte black case that my cousin gave me sat on the outside. And on the inside, two summer’s worth of paychecks in component form. A MSI RTX Duke 2080 graphics card, an Intel Core i7 cpu, 16 gigs of RAM, and pure bliss.
All of this really started
about 5 years ago. I was sitting in my cousin’s garage, playing ...Halo? Call of duty? some generic first person shooter. We ended up spending a bit of time talking about building a computer after a while, A computer for me specifically. Though it was mostly just talking, it did get me thinking.
Cut to 2 years later, when my cousin came over to my house a...
"D-duo... I'm sorry! I-I'll practice my Spanish, I promise!"
Duo glared at you, visually upset. "I don't trust you, you said that last time..." He steadily pulled a knife from his feathers that formed a perfectly sized pocket on his hip as he advanced towards you. "You promised... But you never came back..."
You stepped away with each step he took,
getting closer. "I-I'm sorry... You got me learning Arabic, I'm even paying so I can learn Navajo!!" Your eyes started swelling up with tear,s knowing that you could die at any given second. "Y-you're j-just so perfect... I-I could n-never disappoint you, M-Mister!"
"I-I've done all o-of this... Just for y-you! Please, f-forgive me, sir... I-I'll do anythin...
I wake up to yelling and banging and roll over. Dammit, I forgot to unlock the door last night before I went to bed. My Aunt is banging on my door yelling at me to get up and go to school.
“Why the hell are you banging on my door? I literally have an alarm clock Jennifer. Take your pills or something,” I say to her, groaning.
“Don’t you DARE talk
to me that way young lady! No wonder your mom left you!,” she yells back at me. Oh NO she didn’t! I walk to the door fully awake now, stomp out and yell at her. “I can call you whatever the hell I want! You are NOT my mom! GO AWAY!” She slaps me and walks away. I turn around and stomp into my room. I start packing my things. I am going to find my ...
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The weight of the two children in the wheelbarrow was beginning tire Sara out – the adrenaline rush of the moments before were beginning to wear off. At first she thought she could push the wheelbarrow forward up the stairs, but quickly realized that the best approach was to turn around and go up the stairway backwards, pulling the wheelbarrow up as she
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