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Chapter 1
The searing pain in her left arm was too much to handle. She dropped to her knees to the soft carpeted floor, her long red har falling in her face while clutching her left arm to her chest as tears ran down her face. Soon it was not just her left arm her whole body felt like it was on fire she felt as if she was burning alive. But just as soon as
The searing pain in her left arm was too much to handle. She dropped to her knees to the soft carpeted floor, her long red har falling in her face while clutching her left arm to her chest as tears ran down her face. Soon it was not just her left arm her whole body felt like it was on fire she felt as if she was burning alive. But just as soon as
the pain started it stopped sending a chill up her spine. She looked down to her arm to see a black tattoo-like image of the number 10 appear on her arm. It looked eerily similar to the number 4 on her other arm.
As soon as she regained her lost strength she got up from her knees still clutching her left arm to her chest and slowly walked down the hallwa...
As soon as she regained her lost strength she got up from her knees still clutching her left arm to her chest and slowly walked down the hallwa...
They never let me speak in a place like this. Where the darkness of the world is hidden by white beams of light radiating off of the skin of those around me.
In a place where the sun is below and warms the air beneath our feet, and the air is full of fine dust and radiation. This place where the word "demon" is a sin.
"Zoni," my guardian calls. Her sharp
In a place where the sun is below and warms the air beneath our feet, and the air is full of fine dust and radiation. This place where the word "demon" is a sin.
"Zoni," my guardian calls. Her sharp
words pull my eyes towards her.
"Yes?"
"You've been summoned."
Upon the day of my eighteenth birthday, I am to be "fixed" so that I may never spread the genes of a demon in Utopia, if I make it that far. Today, my life is to be challenged, put up for a vote like a fattened cattle.
I nod and watch the soft swish of my guardian's feathered wings.
I follo...
"Yes?"
"You've been summoned."
Upon the day of my eighteenth birthday, I am to be "fixed" so that I may never spread the genes of a demon in Utopia, if I make it that far. Today, my life is to be challenged, put up for a vote like a fattened cattle.
I nod and watch the soft swish of my guardian's feathered wings.
I follo...
BACKTALK pt. 1
*this chapter is about Deku being on a male version of a women’s cycle called heat. It may contain cuss words, violence, and may be a little cringe (sorry). Everything in this chapter is also made up (except maybe a few things but for the most part yeah). Anyway this is my first story I'm actually publishing it so,
*this chapter is about Deku being on a male version of a women’s cycle called heat. It may contain cuss words, violence, and may be a little cringe (sorry). Everything in this chapter is also made up (except maybe a few things but for the most part yeah). Anyway this is my first story I'm actually publishing it so,
enjoy😊
THE BEGINNING
Everyone knew that women had to go through the process of hell every month. Cramp after cramp, pad after pad, it would never end (that is until a week went by). Men never understood these cycles and often said that women were dramatic. Well, all that changed when one guy had gone through the process of a cycle called heat. I...
THE BEGINNING
Everyone knew that women had to go through the process of hell every month. Cramp after cramp, pad after pad, it would never end (that is until a week went by). Men never understood these cycles and often said that women were dramatic. Well, all that changed when one guy had gone through the process of a cycle called heat. I...
Some call me crazy. And honestly? I don’t blame them.
Some call be cranky, a bad-tempered bat with a barrel-load of spite kept inside the boundaries of my heart. That is, if they thought I had one. Some would argue that I’m more aloof rather than mean—when they kiss my cheeks with warmth from their lips, they freeze from the unbearable
Some call be cranky, a bad-tempered bat with a barrel-load of spite kept inside the boundaries of my heart. That is, if they thought I had one. Some would argue that I’m more aloof rather than mean—when they kiss my cheeks with warmth from their lips, they freeze from the unbearable
cold.
Others, they call be spiteful. A slut. A player who moves on from boy to boy.
But that’s not who I am. At least, not entirely.
I’m Maddie Johnson. Contrary to popular beliefs, I do have a heart, with which I will spin the golden straw for this story. What I am about to tell you will be unlike any other story you’ve known.
...
Others, they call be spiteful. A slut. A player who moves on from boy to boy.
But that’s not who I am. At least, not entirely.
I’m Maddie Johnson. Contrary to popular beliefs, I do have a heart, with which I will spin the golden straw for this story. What I am about to tell you will be unlike any other story you’ve known.
...
The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father! Here's so much sorrow, in every eye. Nothing but hurt left here, Nothing but bullets, pain, misery and shattered dreams …. Yet for the children of world only one equation counts: their shared humanity.
We will gather together as brothers, We will gather together as
We will gather together as brothers, We will gather together as
brothers. and we will live in solidarity with others in this world, we are the thirsty souls of a world without divisions. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children's birth right. Let's step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid and don't trust any immortalist. The dove will find a resting place!...
When day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a ocean we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast. I have seen you in millions of places. I met you in a million forms. We met among the ruins, the ashes and the bones, we lost them all, but we found each other, I saw your lion heart, and it pulled me.
I saw the creation and the destruction in your eyes. I see you here in the mud, on the rock, in the rays of the rising sun. We are Dead and alive, we saw a thousand Christs go by As they went up to Calvary but The dove it found no resting place. You were where our solar system was formed, you whispered something to me for eternal love and then you fell from...
Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom
of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
Be it the slightest contact –
always there is a gleam of faith in the darkening sky;
always there is a glimpse of brigther skies
To brave the thickening ills of life;
To make this life worthwhile....
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
Be it the slightest contact –
always there is a gleam of faith in the darkening sky;
always there is a glimpse of brigther skies
To brave the thickening ills of life;
To make this life worthwhile....
"I know you..." she says approaching the man sitting on one of the stools along the pub counter.
"You're wrong, we don't know each other...," he blurts out.
"I've seen you here other times..."
"That may be, but I've never seen you, okay?". He nudges her slightly as she's leaning into him, looking at him with eyes squeezed shut like a myopic's.
Somewhat
"You're wrong, we don't know each other...," he blurts out.
"I've seen you here other times..."
"That may be, but I've never seen you, okay?". He nudges her slightly as she's leaning into him, looking at him with eyes squeezed shut like a myopic's.
Somewhat
off balance, she passes her arms across her body, striking an awkward pose, as she says in a slurred voice affected by high alcohol intake.
"My name is Barbara, but you can call me Barbie, you know, like the doll..." She winks at him.
"You don't even look like a Barbie..." he thinks and lets out a giggle.
He tries to ignore her and sips his drink, but she ...
"My name is Barbara, but you can call me Barbie, you know, like the doll..." She winks at him.
"You don't even look like a Barbie..." he thinks and lets out a giggle.
He tries to ignore her and sips his drink, but she ...
There was a time when that rain falling outside had been a threat. A reason to worry.
A fear that the poor houses on the outskirts would be flooded if the nearby stream overflowed, invading the houses with its dirty water, destroying the few modest belongings of its residents.
Sitting comfortably in the living room, watching the rain through the large
A fear that the poor houses on the outskirts would be flooded if the nearby stream overflowed, invading the houses with its dirty water, destroying the few modest belongings of its residents.
Sitting comfortably in the living room, watching the rain through the large
window, with a drink in his hand, his thoughts travel back in time. It comes in his mind, the memory of her mother's suffering face, with early wrinkles, accentuated even more by the concern for the three children she was raising alone.
His alcoholic father had gone out one night and never come back. His body was found lying in the gutter. Over a long time...
His alcoholic father had gone out one night and never come back. His body was found lying in the gutter. Over a long time...
“I don’t know what I did, but I’m pretty sure I was a part of the end of the world. Or not the end of the world, that’s pretty dramatic, but whatever you’d call…”, he waved his hand around vaguely, “this.”
“...Somebody thinks they’re important. Word to the wise, I don’t think that’s the kind of thing that’s going to get you a
“...Somebody thinks they’re important. Word to the wise, I don’t think that’s the kind of thing that’s going to get you a
free meal or a roof over your head. I think it’s the kind of thing that gets you a tin-foil hat and a stay at a psychiatric ward. Huh, okay, so what do you know a roof and food. Guess I was wrong. Still that’s putting a lot of faith in other people.”
...
...
Rose leaned on the railing of the small yacht, serenely watching the shoreline drift closer and closer. Stretching upright she spun and made her way up to the bridge of the ship.
“We are almost at the French border!” Rose exclaimed to her husband Frank who was navigating the vessel.
Frank turned to her with a smile, “Exciting right? Who would have
“We are almost at the French border!” Rose exclaimed to her husband Frank who was navigating the vessel.
Frank turned to her with a smile, “Exciting right? Who would have
thought it would take so long for us to get the proper paperwork to travel across the channel.”
“How soon until we arrive?” Rose questioned while bounding over to the large window.
“About a half hour, it shouldn’t take too long to get through customs. So we should be able to find a nice restaurant to eat at tonight.”
“Well I’ll go get ...
“How soon until we arrive?” Rose questioned while bounding over to the large window.
“About a half hour, it shouldn’t take too long to get through customs. So we should be able to find a nice restaurant to eat at tonight.”
“Well I’ll go get ...
Rose leaned on the railing of the small yacht, serenely watching the shoreline drift closer and closer. Stretching upright she spins and makes her way up to the bridge of the ship.
“We are almost at the French border!” Rose exclaims to her husband Frank who is navigating the vessel.
Frank turns to her with a smile, “Exciting right? Who would have
“We are almost at the French border!” Rose exclaims to her husband Frank who is navigating the vessel.
Frank turns to her with a smile, “Exciting right? Who would have
thought it would take so long for us to get the proper paperwork to travel across the channel.”
“How soon until we arrive?” Rose questions while bounding over to the large window.
“About a half hour, it shouldn’t take too long to get through customs. So we should be able to find a nice restaurant to eat at tonight.”
“Well I’ll go get re...
“How soon until we arrive?” Rose questions while bounding over to the large window.
“About a half hour, it shouldn’t take too long to get through customs. So we should be able to find a nice restaurant to eat at tonight.”
“Well I’ll go get re...
"This is ridiculous." I said as I pulled what looked to be a knife out of my chest. I mean, this really is ridiculous. All of my so-called friends were laughing hysterically. I mean, just because I am immortal doesn't mean you can shove knives in my chest! I've had enough! I am gonna tell them to leave me alone and to stop trying to..."Oh! You guys are real
jerks!" Someone just shot me!
"Oh, don't be mad, man. We are making some really good content here! We already got a few likes."
"How would you guys like it if I stabbed you in the chest or shot you in the back of the head?"
"Uh, dude, we'd be dead and you'd be in jail for the rest of your natural life, which is eternity."
Why did I tell anyone I ...
"Oh, don't be mad, man. We are making some really good content here! We already got a few likes."
"How would you guys like it if I stabbed you in the chest or shot you in the back of the head?"
"Uh, dude, we'd be dead and you'd be in jail for the rest of your natural life, which is eternity."
Why did I tell anyone I ...
Pain. All that registered to Clover was pain. An intense throbbing in their right ankle, accompanied by spears of agony with the slightest pressure. But they had to keep moving, no matter how much it hurt to move.
Clover, a small, scared preteen with short, curly brown hair and green eyes, couldn't turn back now. With only the stars to guide them, they
Clover, a small, scared preteen with short, curly brown hair and green eyes, couldn't turn back now. With only the stars to guide them, they
limped farther and farther from the crumbling brick house that they had lived in for all of their life.
They used to love it there, with their old tree fort and the creek back in the woods, but lately it had felt more and more like a prison. A prison that they yearned to leave, to escape the crushing hold of their mother. You see, Amelie had no idea how muc...
They used to love it there, with their old tree fort and the creek back in the woods, but lately it had felt more and more like a prison. A prison that they yearned to leave, to escape the crushing hold of their mother. You see, Amelie had no idea how muc...
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Growing up in an Asian county seems quite hard. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in
love at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...
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